It was an interaction that she took a particular interest in, and slowly taking a few levels from her own bowl, s'Il let her eye travel from Zela to Michael. The woman's invocation of gods was peculiar and rather thought-provoking, but it was the last bit of speculation that arrested her musings fully.

The Force was a living thing, and what it chose to weave into each of their own personal lives was something that wasn't always understood in the immediacy. And for as much as the other woman's words were directed to Michael, they resonated deeply with the elder Lupine equally as much.

Was Michael meant to be here? Was he meant to find himself aboard her ship? A small kernel of a thought was beginning to form in her thoughts in that moment, and she found herself biting her lip in thought. Her brow furrowed, and s'Il let out a long, low breath as her gaze finally swept away to cast over the stalls and merchants that surrounded them.