Ryja doesn't pause this time, but she lingers over her coffee, black as night with an illegal amount of honey added. A deep breath of the steam. She doesn't really want to talk about the prince, or her confinement, or their conversations. "I expect Aster's way with words will cause trouble, somehow more than his power already has. As for the purpose, I look to those most intensely affected. I do not know what further harm he intends to my-." She catches herself, and swallows, before continuing as if she had not misspoke at all.

"To Tarantulas. But I cannot imagine hurting him was an accident or simply for fun." And if she's carefully talking around the effect it had on herself... Well, will Deirdre call her on it?