[ Howl's summation, of course, is absolutely correct. He is pawing his way up a tree whose bark does not even flake off, and she looked at him with a cool, golden-eyed gaze. Her red lips curled into a smile, and she reached out for him, her fingers rest against his cheek, touching him gently, though it's only for a moment, before her hand dropped to his shoulder, and rest there.

That does not feel as flirtatious. It feels...dangerous. Howl can sense it, probably. It is not power in the magical sense, but power, in the... oppressive sense. Like the weight of something vast, even though she only smiled, for just a moment, before she spoke. ]

You look, but you do not see. I'm afraid that loyalty comes in many forms, and the loyalty of Meridian should not me measured in whether or not we clap, but in what we do. One oracle may not seem like a lot, but the amount of power it lends is...

[ She smiled sharper, now. ]

Grand. More than one could measure.