Speculation was alive and well, marring her otherwise complacent face with contortions of silent anguish and fear. Spectator to the exchange, the Nomad was left to come up with her own conclusions as to what this all entailed. To ask now felt grossly inappropriate especially with the air still heavy and tension. Her only role then was to be silent, and reserve the moment for her mate and Jiryu.
Commendable patience was her saving grace from uttering nonsense on behalf of a troubled mind. She was uncomfortable witnessing the passion exhibited by her mate toward another female, but quickly doused the smolder as soon as it was breathed into life. No… she could not, and would not think that way. This was his friend from a time before the Nomad reached the borders of these lands, and such bonds fortified by passion and strength were but part of this. Jealousy would bring nothing but undesirable effects, especially when she knew as little as she did about their relationship. Rather, she let her mind believe it was harmless… protective at best and let the unfavorable rousing sensations fall into obscurity.
Drawn to the eyes of her mate, the woman smiled softly as best as her trembling lips would allow before returning her gaze to Nayru with the young woman’s proclamation still in her ears. She had offered her home and would gladly take the responsibilities that came with it. She imagined taking care of a pregnant female would be no easy feat, but as a workable determined group they would prevail and see this new life come into the world healthy and secure. “Then My Lady, consider this home as yours,” the quiet woman spoke at last peeling herself off the opposite wall to return to her Ryu’s side. “And when you children are born, My Lady,” the gentle beast lowered her head to a small, outstretched leg and nudged it gently. “This will be their home as well. As long as you wish it to be.”