This time, Apollo gets her attention, particularly with the words "blacksworn leader". His head swivels and tilts to consider her, his tail curling with interest in the pool of lava behind him. With Qilby having been so humble to him previously, this confirms in his mind that the Eliatrope has potential hiding in plain sight.

He intends to draw it out.

"Oh. A matter of politics, is it? Well, do not let me interrupt. Only the strong have their place among us, after all."

His head swings back to Qilby.

"Carry on."