Amunet dipped her muzzle to the woman, feeling a bit more at peace knowing that her children were welcomed now by both Nyra and Jaxxon. A smile touched her features as she spoke of the two men. Her blessing coaxed a small and exceptionally uncommon wave of her tail. You have my gratitude. I aspire to see them all grow to great heights. Perhaps my family may be a bit odd in its workings, but Ezra and Abaddon are my kin in their own ways in their own rights. I should hope that one day such may be said of us. It was a gentle inquiry, one which she did not extend to many. Even fewer she would extend her name, yet the time had not come for such. It was a lot to take in all at once, and steps needed to be carefully planned.

Even though she sought nothing specific from her offer, the dark woman was careful not to misconstrued her intentions. Family to the woman was a precious and very particular thing; never really extended past one's own blood. Amunet didn't find fault if the offer were declined. Her customs were strange, that much she knew; however, she hoped the woman could understand the weight of such an inquiry to her. Slowly, the woman relaxed a bit more, extending her muzzle to take a bite. If they were to be kin as well, she had to feel some ease in letting down the walls that she carried like a fortress.

A delighted rumble reverberated in her chest, her eyes glancing into those of Nyra's own. Her tongue gently swiped the blood off her maw before she spoke once again. If I may, I have found Azalea...as for her children, they remain missing to me. The words were tinted with a sadness she couldn't quite explain. While Azalea is healing, the distance between them pains her. Even more so, the fact that Azalea's children, her nephews, are missing brings a sense of frustration to her sorrow.

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