Iron Forged glances over at Strange, her face falling a bit more. Obviously Gild isn't that simple of a topic.

"Mn.. Yeah. I know..." She doesn't sound spiteful about it, just kind of uncomfortable. That situation is somehow a lot harder to contend with than Ignatius's. "Guess she took even longer to come back... and I doubt she's staying."

"I've... spoken to her," Ignatius tries to explain. "She only thought she was doing what was best..."

"I bet she did. But, y'know...." But before Forged can finish, she swivels around, Rita fully catching her eye for the first time. "Wait - this is the faeblood?" She looks at Ignatius, stunned. "Your faeblood?"

"Her name is Rita," Ignatius corrects. "But... yes. Though not in the traditional sense."