Aria gave a small sound at his reply, as if she had expected no less than an answer like that.<br/><br/>When they came to the tree, she was about to protest being pulled around as she was, but quickly enough she was distracted by the hallway and her surroundings. From the look of if, she was half fascinated with it. And she was impressed. Things like this often had that effect on her. She couldn't help wondering, though, why it was at the largest tree. If there had to be a secret place, she would have put it in a random tree that wouldn't be anyone's guess. But this was not her design, and not her place.<br/><br/>She reminded herself of that as the two spoke about her while she stood next to them.<br/><br/>She was taken aback as Phoenix defended her, in a way. 'Don't worry she won't tell. I know she won't' How could he be so sure? So trusting? There were the comments about people touching his feather-hair who he trusted and now this. Did he ignore her as she said she was a spy in the Summer Court? Or did he simply not understand what that meant? She used to make a living out of deceiving people. Yet there he stood, trusting her with something that was obviously important. Trusting her with the knowledge of the location of someone who, if she told, might be enough to get her a chance to return to the courts. It was an awful lot of trust for one Nymph to handle.<br/><br/>Aria didn't flinch to look away as Phoenix stripped. Faeries were not often ashamed of things like naked bodies. She didn't ogle him either. Much.<br/><br/>When the other man returned she followed him to another room mostly because she had very few other options. She took a seat when told to do so and listened carefully to what he had to say. She didn't comment on the trust statement, and didn't agree to his assumption of her name. Originally she thought to demand things from him, but his apology for the conversation that involved her but didn't thawed her slightly. "Three what?" She asked, determined to get an answer. The conversation had sounded rather like a barter. The words 'one for her' and 'trouble by bringing her' had certainly caught her attention. It was clear from her face that he wouldn't get any answers, not even to his question about the tea, until she got a few of her own.<br/><br/>((I hate it when that happens. I come up with something brilliant and then forget a lot of it and have to improvise. And I never like my second thought as well as my first.)))