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Having expected anger from the fire-made girl, Njal was pleasantly surprised when she was calm - more than that, she agreed with Peregrine's assessment. The grizzled man's face creased with a subdued concern, although that evaporated as the conversation wore on, and Fox mentioned his wife. The question was met with a blush (or it would have, if possible). Njal's ears fell back briefly and he peered away from her, at the surrounding flat lands they currently stood in - studying the sky briefly, awkwardly, as if the entire concept of children was strange to him. Really it was the thought of breeding that made Njal nervous; he'd never done it, they'd never attempted, and the way that Fox brought it up so nonchalantly made him sputter a little.

"No, ah, we," Njal shifted like a nervous child, fidgeting and unable to stand at attention for a few moments, "We haven't done... Anything. I was hoping now that I'm back --" Oh, but that was too much information for the mountain man to expose; he bowed his head briefly and tried to calm the hungry energy that surfaced within him, but only managed to take a few steps around Fox instead - circling her as if to bypass, and find Tuwawi now that she was on his mind again. "But I wanted to report to you first. I hope I did well." Yes, the job. The message had been conveyed - it's response as well - and Njal took to watching Fox with an eager glimmer in his eyes, wanting his glorious prize.