Dragoncrest Cliffs a momentary lapse of happily

Artaax rolled his eyes at her first comment. He was well aware that it was still attached, and he let her know that with a quick, "I'm not done." He was about to shift his attention back to his very important training, but Blixen apparently wasn't done with him. He glanced over his shoulder at her, quirking a brow at her. What was she on about?

"We're fine," he told her, being very truthful about it. He hadn't approved of her brash, disrespectful way of approaching the conversation topic with nomi, but she hadn't reprimanded her, so he had no real reason to either. In everything, he took his cues from the heda. Whenever he disagreed with her, he dropped it the moment he realized his opinion differed. He may still have thought Blixen was in the wrong, but Thur didn't, and so it didn't matter.

There was something that did matter though, and for whatever reason, Artaax felt compelled to say something. "Are you... worried?" he asked, after a long pause where it was clear that he was struggling with something and didn't know if/how he should verbalize it. The boy spent a lot of time working on acting far older than he was, and much of that translated to showing no fear or anxiety in any situation. Truth was, he was full of it over Wildfire's absence and the upcoming trip to find her. For all of his training, he'd never undertaken something this... epic. Nor had Blixen, and it made him feel safer in voicing the question with her and no one else.