'Oh, I said like rats - maybe you need to clean your ears out with something. And I wouldn't need to save Kiara because no one's dumb enough to try that on her AND she'd wake up just if I told her to. So you shut up.' Eilir definitely did not like the large, furry rat that Kiara's granddaughter had brought home and she was debating on whether or not she should share this fact with the siren later. When Kerri was not seated right there and they were not discussing things like siren babies and said granddaughter was not seeming amused by the whole blood thing. Of course Eilir liked blood, it was rather impossible not to when she was permanently tied to a siren and blood witch who liked to mix the two acts together.
"O' course it was a bad decision," Kiara agreed. Her voice had not changed one single time through the discussion but if she discovered that Kerri thought differently - or suspected it for even a moment - about how worth their time men were then there would have been an extremely long lecture that she thought she had given back when Kerri was still in her regular human lifespan. "And o' course you'll continue on, O'Neill can't die out proper just because you had a moment o' idiocy. Or several years worth o' it." Oh yes, Kiara had been kept abreast of news, even if she had agreed to let Bridget keep taps on Kerri while she kept her own eye on Eileen. "These things are better left to chance, I paid no mind at all to whichever bloke happened to be the one to get me with your mum." Thankfully it had been a decent looking one.
Eilir sniffed. 'I wouldn't doubt you could, Fuzzbutt, but since you can't do it without getting in so much trouble... forgive me while I yawn and pretend you're not there. Your yapping is getting really annoying really fast.'