She's got the devil's eyes
As a woman who had spent the majority of her life as an observer, this particular moment is not especially different in that respect than many that had come before. Where it does differ, however, is the mere fact of her physical presence. Granted, there are very, very few others in the world who would truly be aware of such a thing. Nevertheless, it is a familiar role.
A fact that would no doubt alarm many if they realized just how truly reaching her presence is. She may be silent, but that did not make her absent or somehow less dangerous. In fact, it could be said that the very opposite is true. After all, it’s difficult to track the movements and actions of a silent predator. One only knew they were upon them when they felt their claws squeezing.
It’s a well known fact that noisy predators are the much less efficient hunters, after all.
So perhaps it is no surprise then that she maintains her silence. Truthfully, her presence here is only made necessary by the fact that she wishes it made clear Jesper has her support. The necessity of intervention on her part is unlikely, but Castile would know Jesper is not alone.
It’s unsurprising that Castile would be less than thrilled about the prospect of allowing such a thing. That he offers to intervene is, while not entirely expected, also unsurprising. She would do the same, were she in his place. Still, as the conversation continues to unfold, it becomes increasingly clear there is some kind of desperation fueling Jesper to pursue this. A desperation she would much prefer channeled in a way that wouldn’t further antagonize relations between the north and south.
To that end, she does, finally, interject. “While I won't offer my opinions here, you should know Jesper, that, if Castile is not amenable,” she flicks a brief, considering glance at the painted stallion before finishing, “there are other ways to arrange such a meeting.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon