He only nodded at her question about the appearance. However, he couldn't be the judge on the adjustment to her attitude. [i]This[/i] woman he hardly knew, but somehow sensed they were similar in more ways than she hoped. Stubborn. Confident. Powerful. Knew what they were worth and knew what they needed. Wanted. 
And their faces. Gods, that bothered him the most. Having to see her face in this woman, and feel boy joy and pure hatred. Knowing for certain that they were different didn't put an end to the urge to wrap his fingers around her throat and torture her for what she'd done. 
[i]No, for what you did. You let happen.[/i]

Again, in silence, he listened to her, not sure about what to say. She had asked questions, he had answered a few. He had his own questions, she had answered the one he had voiced. So he drowned himself in silence, filtering her out as he stared down at the firelight nearby. 

"What will do you next, then?" He asked, pausing to clear his throat once more. "You know now that he was in Ziad. Or, if not him, then ... his influence."