Azura appears, seemingly out of thin air. Being scooped is reason enough for her to slip out, following in Delta's wake. There's a streak of defiance through Zury that seems to show that she's not to be trusted. And she's used to it. Frankly, being around so many Khalduns is always fun. Which one's going to rip her throat out next? Is one of these Moswin? Is he going to get her again?

Westfall's not Blood, though, and she can tell. Khalduns know their kind. And he doesn't seem like one to crush her skull. He can, but is he going to? Probably not. Zury slips from the mist, finally making a noise.

"It's something to remember," she comments, her words eerie as the look on her face-- briefly, the face of a woman that's lived thousands of lifetimes. A woman who cursed her own blood. A woman who does not regret it. And then she smiles up at Delta and the girl Zury is back and the queen Meresankh is gone. "I'mma go play, too." And with that, she bounds off.