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Her wound comment had been made in jest, though it was a dryer sense of humor than most had. She also simply disliked being asked the question because she felt that others did not really even care about the answer. If she said they were doing better, Sveinn likely would have nodded and said something about how he was glad. If she said they were causing terrible pain, he likely would have felt sorry for her. Neither of those things felt particularly useful to the fireball, so she'd made the decision to avoid it all together and give him a non-response.

Fox shrugged, though she inwardly dwelled on his compliments. She was a sucker for flattery, and Sveinn was doing a fine job of it. The scars the cougar would give her would only be added to the one that was atop her head. That one, however, was courtesy of Jinx. It had healed over now, but there was a clear line of missing fur where the white girl's teeth had sunk in. Fox thought they gave her some kind of extra personality, though she wasn't really sure why.

When Haunter showed himself, Fox had almost forgotten that it was him she had called for in the first place. She greeted him with a bump of her nose to his shoulder, but then turned her attention to Sveinn. “Thank you for the rabbit, Sveinn. If you don't mind, I’d like to speak to Haunter privately.” It was her oh-so subtle way of telling him to scram.

Once Sveinn had left the premises, Fox turned her attention back to Haunter. She did not move from her spot beside him (mainly due to the pain it would cause her), but she did turn her neck so she faced him. “I hope I didn’t pull you away from anything terribly important,” she said, though it was mostly said as a joke. Surely there was nothing more important than her! “I wanted to thank you for coming to my aid the other day.” Obviously, she meant the cougar.