Strel furrowed his brows as the woman faltered. He looked at her, entirely curious in the nature of her hesitation. She seemed to be battling something internally, some secret within that was eating at her. Or perhaps it was just his imagination running around in crazy circles trying to amuse itself and keep from thinking about the inevitable. But he smiled patiently as she took her time answering him, or rather, deciding what it was she wanted to do and say.
When the woman finally said she had a secret, he felt he knew what it was about. He had rather hoped it wasn't for Niro was a friend, but so was Amaranth like a niece to him. He did not know whom he would support in this situation but he knew that there would be no loose lips about him. It was not his way of late to tell the tales of others, even as his own tales continued to return to the front of his mind before he lay to sleep at night from a busy day of absolutely nothing. "A secret? Alright, dear, I'll keep it to my grave," he said solemnly, butchering the phrase and leaning forward on thin arms wedged into thin knees. "It's going to be about who the pups' father is, isn't it?" he asked, perfectly calm and understanding.
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