[There's still a touch of relief, whenever she's able to talk about her parents for what they are without being told by whoever she's speaking to that she's an ungrateful brat. Even now, after she's killed one of them and may well have killed the other, a small voice tells her that she should go crawling back to them and beg for forgiveness. It's smaller than it used to be.

Adaine nods along with what Sansa says about Paul. She knows very little about this boy, but she thinks she can handle that particular series of traits. She is, after all, an Abernant.]

I'll do my best. [She is only mostly unaware that she is also very guilty of this. At least she knows that she's clever and always right.]

Honestly, if he's really clever he'd be able to understand why someone might have some reservations with someone raising the bones of the fallen and using them as foot soldiers. [Adaine, personally, isn't necessarily as opposed to the concept as a normal person probably would be. But it's a very understandable misgiving to have.] But... yes. Honestly, it sounds like a cult to me. It's not unheard of for... well, very powerful necromancers to gather cults.

[She raises her eyebrows and cocks her head.]

Is he one of the people you're worried about showing up?