Nyiradessa let out a hard laugh. "Absum Lux was always a fool's errand," she meowed with an impersonal shrug. She had seen more than one empire rise and fall; it was never a surprise for her when others did as well. Life was so temporary. The brown tabby blinked twice, before flicking her tail tip. "I hope the same is not true for Primal Instinct? It has been a while since I heard any news about them other than they may have settled here, but I figured it was just the sign of the times." She spoke casually, before licking the paw that had been crushed in the fox trap. It was as if she didn't have the slightest clue of who she was talking to; however, Nyiradessa was no idiot. The tom had made quite a little name for himself as of late, after all.

Nyiradessa glanced at her paw, and then back at him, with a raise of her brow. "Oh, this little thing?" She shifted her weight as to let him fully examine it. Although the skin around it was still red, it just seemed like that was going to always be the case. "Another example of a fool's errand." Her lips drew into a faint frown for a moment. The last time that she had come around these parts, the feline who had met her at the door recognized her. Had it really been that long? She supposed it had; after all, she thought she saw a grey fur in her shoulder the week before. "However, if you think you're more capable to fix it than the average Joe, more power to you." Her voice contained slight interest, although she thoroughly doubted he would be able to get any closer to solving her accident than the average cat. "Are you the Shaman?" Another raised brow. She knew that the answer was no, he was the Nemesis, but she was curious as to who carried the throne now.

She narrowed her eyes at his hum. He was an interesting cat, and either an absolute idiot or a medical mastermind if he thought that he would be able to fix her. She then blinked, once she realized what the tom's words meant. "Were you the first of... your condition?" she meowed, her head tilted to the side. Medicine had always been the role of a she-cat. The shaman had always been a she-cat. How had he fit into that? "Things have changed since my time as mage," she muttered, mostly to herself. If he heard it, that was great, but if not, that was also great. She wasn't picky. She then blinked. "I'd heard that lots of cats were dying rather quickly. How many of you have there been since the last time I was around? After Vera there was..." She trailed off. It didn't really matter. Nemesis' were never particularly interesting to her, although she butted against every one she had ever met. "More importantly, if you were promoted to Nemesis, who is the Shaman?" That was the only thing that was interesting to her anymore. She was curious what bloodline it ended up in, and if the position now was filled with this tom's child or if the natural order had been put back. "Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself. Nyiradessa, daughter of Satara Jaquelyne, mage under Roxanne E'tani. Although, I don't recognize you, so none of those things probably matter, mmm?"

"Sure," she said, although she had no faith in his ability to heal. Absolutely no faith at all. After all, the wound had first started when she was a kitten. She remembered that day like the snap of her spine that it was. She and her litter mates had snuck out, and she had been the one to step on the trap. Her life had changed in an instant. Since, the would still hadn't healed. Even when it closed, it was only time before it reopened. Some things never changed, and the rawness in her paw was one of them. But, she'd let him try anyways. If nothing else, it would learn her a new technique.

She listened to the history that she was told with a tilt of her head. Amusement passed her gaze when Funk brought up Pampa. "Well, hmm. I suppose we are related then," she meowed with a hint of a dark laugh in her voice. What an unfortunate blood line to pretend you were from. The only thing that ever came from Pampa's bloodline was pain, more and more pain. However, she supposed, he had to take the bait, become part of the family somehow, and although he looked closer to Xithymia, Vera's Shaman than anyone from the Pampa bloodline, she figured it was in part a project to eliminate Vera's influence. Either way, it didn't particularly matter to her. "Unfortunate to be related, unfortunate to pick the smallest straw. You, Mr. E'tan, seem to have just terrible luck." She offered a wry smile, before letting him continue.

Her interest piqued again when he said there was no Shaman. Her eyes narrowed slightly; if the role was open, did that mean--. She had been eyeing the position for so long, just barely staying on the edge of Primal Instinct's periphery long enough to finally reclaim her throne. Was this finally the time? "Teaching is only suited for the best of us," she meowed with an absent flick of her tail. Her own mentor had been absolutely atrocious at it, but she'd sought the guidance of a former Shaman to fill in the gaps. Her head tilted slightly at the mention of the proxy. "Ah, yes. Green. Didn't she defect to go lead the flower children of DayClan?"