It was phrased in an almost accusatory manner. The elder brunette who spoke it, seeming more to demand an answer of her, than request one. Her expression as stern as the voice.
"Chase after what you discard... Seem remorseful when you don't find it. Why?"
A strange thing to ask, really. But then, Nalia was hardly well-versed with the ways of humankind. Possibly why something was held in hand which, coincidentally, mirrored the reason for one Abigail Rockford's caution, only moments ago. Namely, a snake - albeit, a dead one. Even if it was still fresh.