The Cat Who Cried Boyfriend[Amaranta, Khaana, Vanyel]

She quirked a brow slightly at Amaranta's response to her question, though she didn't linger on it. She'd been trying to get the two to make up for ages, this seemed to be about as good as it was going to get. All the more, though. She DID raise a brow slightly at the explanation offered by Vanyel. "Doesn't really .... sound like a company that would have people doing work in africa. Given how dangerous it is over there. One of you guys could get hurt..." She murmured with a hint of concern in her voice.

Only added to more when Amaranta mentioned fighting the man's boss in Africa. She sighed and lightly reached up to rub at her eyelids. Not that she was gonna scold her. She knew that Amaranta was just beyond any semblance of shame when it came toa fight. The girl would have given Khaana cancer if she thought she could fight it.

"Sounds like Risky business. You don't really strike me as that kinda guy though. So how did you wind up getting mixed in some rich chick's heroism fantasy?"

Khaana's brows raised slightly at that and she furrowed her brows. Recovered? Jeez, talk about calling it. She herself had been victim to .... well perhaps not any sort of Hero fantasy. But even so, she didn't quite belong in an environment like that. .... right?

She preferred to think maybe she didn't. But still she gave a light nod. "I'm glad to hear she's okay. Hopefully her recovery isn't too rough." She noted sincerely, Still, it seemed that the situation was more than skin deep. Helped with something big? Sounded like a personal thing. She could only imagine what it could have been. Maybe the guy was set up with Amaranta because of it? Or maybe some kinda personal issue was smoothed over? She could only guess at whatever it was the woman helped him with. But whatever it wa,s he neglected to offer up the information. Which, fair enough, theyd only just met. But she still wondered.

"Interesting. And how is it that you and Amaranta wound up together?" She ventured with a slight tilt of her head. Glancing over to the feline in question. She had a guess, but there was no point in presuming. After all, she knew that Amaranta definitely had sniffed around the hole. It stood to reason that maybe they had met there.

Yea, that sounded.... about right in fact. The mental image of Amaranta staggering into some random persons house to eat food certainly was in line with how she had been when they had first met. and she couldn't help the slight smirk on her face at Vanyel's commentary about Amaranta not changing details or making anything up, eliciting a snort and a smile from the woman as she let her hand rest on her hip.

"Is that right? You must be quite the fighter for her to get curious about you." she noted as she regarded him for a few seconds. And for just a moment, she felt that familiar tingle. Disappointment, and restrained intrigue. That she couldn't quite afford to ever really indulge in herself around humans.

It was a feeling she was all too used to. And indeed, even Amaranta likely would have noticed it. Around spiritual beings, she was rough around the edges. But around humans? She kept herself in line, and practically never engaged in combat. And in this moment? She wanted to see what Vanyel could do, and while none of that showed obviously. She couldn't let it, not yet. Not until she secured her company. So she smiled and nodded.

"I really envy strong people, I'm just an entertainer myself. But I always did enjoy action and Fantasy games. MAkes me wish I could do all that fancy stuff you see on the news about shinigami."

Khaana raised a brow slightly. A bit intrigued to say the least that Amaranta had such a fascination with that particular facet. Naturally, she knew that Amaranta enjoyed strength, and even beyond the more conventional meanings of it. But she would have never imagined that Amaranta would affix to such an... abstract form of strength as martial arts. Not just delving into a type of tactics, but a full art form more or less, which involved unintuitive methods to produce strong results. True, Khaana had known that Amaranta liked her own fighting style. Her own desperate and quick-thinking style was strong. But it was also simple. More along the lines of snap jusdgements and on the fly thinking rather than something so disciplined as martial arts.

Was this, perhaps, what made Vanyel so fascinating to her? The thought of it brought a light smirk to her features as she found herself further envying the man. "You're a lucky guy. I admit, I wasn't sure what to expect with Amaranta. I was a little worried that she'd find some brute that would ...exacerbate her own tendencies. I'm sure you're aware of her tendencies. Amicable as they may be." A glance toward Amaranta, offering a light smirk as she did so.

"But, shes still very reliable. I admit, I was starting to think about trying to help her hook up with someone. She's surprisingly altruistic, smarter than she can sometimes come off, and certainly can be helpful to have around in a pinch, and not just when it comes to fighting." Her voice trailed for a moment as she briefly let her thoughts shift to her own struggles. Even if Amaranta wasn't...well..helpful. Her presence was still something that got her going, and if nothing else, invoked thought and review of herself. Did Amaranta say anything that actually helped? Rarely. But the feline certainly got her thinking. And her mind, briefly, shifted to when she had been taken to the forest by her. Perhaps not the healthiest of things, but she had learned a lot about herself.

"Amaranta's certainly ... made me aware that I can do more than I think I can. But well, I don't have the time to delve into that kinda stuff. Not until I've managed to secure retirement at least." She smiled slyly at Amaranta. "Once that happens who knows, maybe I'll be able to give Amaranta a run for her money." She teased.