Osahar's brow twitched upwards, and his head turned every slightly towards Kayo. Oddly blue eyes settled upon her, and his mouth had stilled into a hard line.

"I know, believe me." He murmured, his voice heavy with distaste. His gaze rolled up once more to face the man who stood not so far ahead.

Though Osahar was no stranger to standing in the Chief's shadow, today he knew well that the sun would begin to set upon the elder's reign, and one day hope to rise on his own. Though perhaps going by Osahar's demeanour, the retrieval of the Star of Anbrea was no doubt the least worrisome of his challenges. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Sebak, who offered a knowing smile from behind the crowd. The smile was not returned, and instead only earned an irate glare from the dais. 

For a moment, he pushed himself to turn back to Kayo, holding back every urge for his face to twist into a scowl. She was sharp - no doubt - but even he could admit that it was not a flaw in most cases. Venom was useful in some situations, but Osahar was no snake charmer, and so he looked upon her with nought but an ill gaze. During his time spent in growing up, most dilemmas were often made null through the use of fists. His foul temper had been mostly snuffed out through the years however, and he knew well that alpha tendencies would not get him far here; not as a Chieftain, and certainly not towards his future spouse. Boyhood brawls were all to familiar to him, but trying to comprehend the wits of a Priestess was entirely foreign territory.

"Perhaps..." he began, his word trailing as his efforts to make small-talk fell feebly. "We should look a little more pleased about it."