The admission seems to put her a little at ease, her eyes seem to go back to their usual warm, red hue... Though she keeps her hand over the star, and still trembles a little, keeping both of her eyes strained in a sharp glare at Aela.
Mmh... O-of course... I shouldn't have... 'Overreacted'... Been so... Paranoid... I'm... Sorry...
Ÿrÿn, in a sudden, forceful and jerky motion, almost as if fighting herself, or at least a long-repressed part of herself, lets go of the star as she softens her posture, and blinks a few times. it glows a bright red, and hangs on a metallic cross, held by a black ribbon around her neck. Looking close at it, it's almost as if something is faintly visible in there...
You want to know its secret... M-my secret...?
The old Admiral's head cocks to the side, her stout expression holding back both fear, uncertainty, and immense dread. She doesn't want to share it, doesn't want her to know, but, she is not going to lie to, potentially, a new friend in this strange, wild world. Besides, she doesn't have much more to hide. She suspects she might already have more of an idea than she is letting on.