Reading over the latest letter addressed to her, no real surprise there, having fully expected the offer to get turned down. But to not offer now that would have been far ruder than to go with the guess that he would indeed not need the aid, looking over to see if she had any of the recent letters sent to her still in her possession, placing all of them out and with a repetitive flick of a couple of stones soon seeing the beautiful primal dance of one of her two oldest allies.
Watching the paper crumble down into little more than burnt ashes with a content look upon herself, doubting that someone would ever come and find them yet her word of burning them were ones to be kept.