Heron Lake Plateau killin' the game, bout to catch a body

Naturally, Niamh snorted when he referred to her by the nickname she'd chosen, but she allowed it, with a roll of her eyes. She had to tell herself he meant it endearingly- but part of her wasn't entirely sure it was the nicest nickname he could've chosen for her. Her ego could take it, though, as she hadn't too much of an ego to speak of unless she was really angered or flustered. But she was surprised when he expressed a bit of genuine concern for her wellbeing. This wasn't exactly the Tegan she knew- normally, he would have had the sort of 'suck it up or get out of my zone' attitude toward anyone who decided to pity themselves. She smiled, though- glad to see that he was willing and capable of extending that sort of care toward her. 

"I'm fine." She replied. "Still a bit sore, but eh. It'll heal...Don't think it'll grow back, though," She said. After all, she hadn't met anyone who'd ever lost an adult tooth- so while baby teeth grew back, she had no way of knowing adult teeth wouldn't either, aside from the fact that the socket was clearly very empty. "How's it look?" She asked, baring her teeth harmlessly, pulling her tongue back so he could see exactly how her mouth minus one imposing canine.