Reacting instinctively to what's going through her head, Irhya's ears turn, flatten, and then come back to their normal position again, offering a half-clear impression of her feelings at that moment. Slowly, her hands rise, and she rests them on Castor's, her gaze darting about as her mouth starts to open.

"Ah..."

It seems like an aborted effort to articulate something, one that she instead decides is showcased better by closing her eyes and curling her fingers around Castor's.

"No... no, I suppose not..." A breath, and then, "There's really only one way this was ever destined to go..."

Ah, right. The very first smack in the face she'd received from having caused so many ripples in the pool, but certainly not the last by any means. It was ultimately what sparked her to drop her cane for a sword, and all the repercussions wrought of that unfortunate sort of self-discovery in turn.

Her cane drops to the ground. She steps on it for good measure, snapping it in half right before the scene crumbles, and sighs.

"If this is what we'll come to expect from this place from now on, I'm already over it."