that thieving bastard

Vanta's eyes, bright and attentive, watched Lia's every expression. She noted the subtle relaxation in her posture, the cautious hope that seemed to weave itself into her words. At the mention of Sirius, her grin grew broader. "Yes! Sirius is my father." She confirmed proudly. "It seems the world is smaller than we think, or perhaps it's fate."

As Lia relaxed, Vanta felt a surge of familiarity; a bond beginning to form that went beyond mere coincidence. "It's a hard journey, isn't it?" Vanta mused, her tone encouraging. "Stepping out from the shadows of others and seeking to find our own light." Her paw reached out, aiming to come overtop the other woman's in a reassuring gesture. "I'm glad our paths have crossed this way."