Fides gave Kreium a look of uncertainty. Despite not being raised in the same environment, she was fully aware of the magnitude of his question, and even looked slightly taken aback. She didn't know who Kreium thought he was, asking a question like that when he was clearly in no place to ask it. Kreium needed to remember that he was a stranger here as well, and it's not like he was exactly trusted around here either.
Still, she couldn't help but to understand his reasons, but she wasn't going to give him everything, just what he needed to know.
"Lynch wasn't the best of men. He carries many sins with him, too many to count. When The Order was young, when the world was still flourishing and not torn by war, Lynch killed, burned, and sacrificed much for its cause, as have I under him. In these early years, with a burning hatred that The Order allowed him to vent, Lynch was nothing but sin. but..." She paused.
"when he became my rider, I was uncertain as well. The Order found me as an abandoned hatchling. My parents left me because they took my white coloration as a sign of weakness or sickness. He was brutal and calculating, and I was a traumatized young dragoness, but we...we changed each other. I was the first true companion he'd ever had as was he to me, and over the years, he's softened. My weakness taught him kindness, and his fearless prowess taught me strength. He's honest, almost too much so, and if he can help, he'll do all he can. He's left his sins in the past.
When she was done, Fides looked directly down in near-shame. Lynch had taught her better than this, and he would no doubt be disappointed when she'd tell him about this later. But for now, Lynch wasn't here. She shifted slightly closer to Kreium, silently enjoying the body heat he was giving off. It was tempting to lay her head tiredly against one of his shoulders, but she dared not to.
