Zera knew she would be there for a while so there was no need for her to crouch down to make herself uncomfortable and more prone to being sighted with her movements an even shifts to make herself feel a little more suitable in the position she was in. With that thought in her mind, she settled down soundlessly and crossed her right paw over the left, her tail lightly drifting upwards and then back down to the ground in leisure as she watched the scene. With only a few blinks to her being "gone", Syira had started to build herself up so others would see her in the same light as she saw herself in. She felt bad for the lioness, feeling as though she knew the lioness was acting as Zera did a few times before paw.
But Zera would never go as far as to prove something to someone she didn't even know or care about. This lioness seemed to be more self-concious than she first thought. Maybe Zera had her pegged down wrong, but there was more of a character in her than the other lions she had witnessed that she was easily able to comprehend. Mostly because she was more like Syira than she would like to have admitted even to herself but never would it be said to the others around her. Especially since she saw nothing coming out of them sticking all together for very long.
At least she wasn't going to kill anyone. Or at least she could hope but when she studied Sius and his body language she could tell he had something burning his tongue to let loose, but he kept his mouth shut. Probably for the better as this lion was as bashful to drama as she was, or she could at least assume. Once the commotion had died down as much as she thought it was going to, the multi-toned brown lioness quietly got to her feet and started to move away from the scene for good knowing if she left now there would be no chance to ever see them again. But her journey was short lived when she felt Syria's presence approaching quickly. With not even a look over her shoulder or a snarl escaping her lips as she was challenged for no reason, Zera crouched down to avoid any claws or blows of her own being dealt to signal a battle. She wasn't in the mood to fight; none the less, with an injured female. When the attack was done, she got back to her feet and looked down with a frown, "you don't know when to let the drama die, do you?" She used the remark lightly as she meant it, winking at Syira to show it was all for fun that she gave a witty comment.