[ Godric is greeted with nips and playful jumps by the girls, but it is the pup that chases him the most, trying to snap at his tail. He looks vicious, even at this young age, and the Outsider had warned her of this. Still, he plays gently enough, too young and too small to cause any real harm or damage. His teeth are tiny, his claws short, and the sisters are easy enough on him that Nasrin isn't so worried.

She smiles at them and reaches over to pat the wolfhound at her side, and she tucks her knees up as Hermione speaks. ]

I never met Solais. I had...watched her, of course, over your network.

[ She was always watching when she could but would never risk exposing Hermione's network or her people by saying anything. Solais, from a distance, seemed to radiate warmth. And yet, when she spoke, she seemed so cold. Morla, for all of her darkness, seemed warmer than her...or perhaps Nasrin has a bias. The dark queen had stood amidst slaughter and flames and held together an entire court and castle for so long even as she began to wither and fade. ]

You always seemed capable of being one, if it helps. [ Hermione is so young, though. It hurts her heart. ] It's odd to be here now, where we are, and to have so little influence on the world. I'd say I don't mind it, but--

[ She liked her duties. Harbinger had been her title for some time and she had embraced it for what it was. ]

But it makes it harder to help the people here. They don't know us like they once did, for better or worse.