Sophronia stared after Gisa for a few moments with a frown. "She's even more of a puzzle then you are," stated the young woman at last as she walked briskly out of the room's doorway without a second glance. There was a certain grace in her movements as the witch raced down the stairs, a wild kind of beauty that she'd won in the hardest of ways. Her hand moved to play with her dagger as she followed the elf and demon, noting their hands together and silently wondering if perhaps the bond they held was something entirely different then even they thought. That was merely speculation upon her part, she didn't truly know what had brought those two together.

An angry sound made her shift to sigh at Arkerril. He was charging over to the other two, and reaching out to do what, she didn't know. Something stopped him though, making his golden eyes widen and a resigned sadness fill his heart. The white haired man bowed his head slightly as he regarded the pair before him. "What you said earlier, could Soph and I take that as an invitation to hunt with you?" The dark elf shifted uncomfortably upon his feet, remembering some of their previous conversations all too clearly. It was no wonder he'd always been angry with Gisa, and still was, but there was nothing that could be done about the fact that Naer didn't seem to want her gone, at all. Why else would the elf follow her around like a joyful puppy all the time?