"Let us hope, then, that there comes no reason to force your hand. If you should step in, let it be for your choosing and not the outcome of a rash decision on anothers part." She did not comment on his past behavior. There was little need for such a response for she had never proceeded to judge him for it. He was entitled to do as he wished, particularly in that corner of his life.
Perhaps it was arrogance or even naivety, but she rarely found herself concerned with her own borders and who might be looking in their direction. The west may not have the military strength of the North, but they had their own defenses. It was not such an easy land to tramp through. Like any land owner she did her duty to those beneath her by having movement across her borders watched, but that was where daily activity stopped. There were pocket communities through the mountain range, each of which held riders within them. Should something occur, it was never long before the whole of the West was aware.
With the topic shifting to his daughter, Ava was content to turn her attention toward that, still holding her own amusement over the image of Mikino as the dotting Father. He was suited for such a roll, she supposed, but that did not make it stand easily beside some of the other roles he'd chosen to take up in the past.
"I think you have several years yet," she laughed, pleased that he had recognized the danger that lay within her influence, "before any such influence from myself. Besides, if I recall correctly, for a little girl there is no such thing as 'enough' mischief. We simply learn how better to avoid detection. I'm afraid my influence will matter not."
After a moment, she shook her head at his statement. "I do, however, appreciate that you consider me corrupt in my independence," she teased, lifting a hand to brush aside strands of light hair that had slipped free from her braid. "Is there anything else you wish to tell me?"