She answered Piety's question with a snort and a sneer. "Hauty, entitled. Never worked fer anythin' an' expected everythin' ter be given without a fight." She didn't have anything good to say about the woman. "Hecate only came ter me after th' deed was done. She was bottom o' the ranks an' never tried ter reach higher. I suppose Skoll got in 'er ear with the prince, heir bullshit like it mattered ter anyone but 'im." Her voice had softened talking about her brother, becasue she did miss him dearly, but that didn't mean she had to excuse all his mistakes. "I told her ter challenge up, fer mother's sake at least an' she said she would, but o'course she didn't, so we went ter run 'er off but she was already gone." Her mother had filled in some of the blanks after that, on her journey down to the willows.

Her teeth clenched together as she thought of just what she might do if next time it was Hecate begging for death. She doubted there would be even a fraction of the guilt she had felt after taking Piety's ear, not that anyone but Angier had ever seen it. "Sven's raisin' 'er now. The precious daughter she just had ter have. Seems the girl's got no memory o' either of 'em..." This one Skoll had abandoned too. She had to wonder if they were together, if they ever stopped to wonder whatever happened to the child they left in the Marsh, and if things might have been different had she stayed in the Willows. "Her name's Attica."

She couldn't disagree with the sentiment that Attica was a beautiful name. "I helped out where I could," she offered a small smile. A nod offered in response to her enquiry after Sven capabilities. "Mother thinks so," and what higher praise was there than Elettra Archer's approval? Of course this line of conversation was going to come back to that, and perhaps it was time for a confession. "I actually hadn't intended ter, I just wanted t' get yer up..." and hadn't it worked in the end. She allowed herself a small chuckle as she teased, "After all, yer were beggin' me ter kill yer, I think this is th' best case scenario."

She leaned towards the Santoro with a playful grumble, resting her chin against the womans skull as she lowered herself down to lay alongside her. So much had changed in just a year, and it was obvious that both of them had grown. She could only wonder what the next 12 months might hold for them as they continued to chat away. In time they would be due for a border patrol, and then perhaps a hunt. The steady rhythm of the day would never allow this type of peace to last for long.