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she seemed fine-- a surprising thing to the pale man, she was hardier than most women were. but he respected it-- so long as she was okay to keep moving... so was he. he gave her a broad smile, nose dipping. "what a delight you are, cyclone," he purled, and then motioned for them to move forward-- only slowing when another pale figure entered his line of sight. interesting. she was pale, almost a golden tone beneath the few beams of light that flickered through the blanketed sky. but she was filthy. scoff. 

but tantalus regarded her same as he did everyone, his ears pricked and a kind smile on his own face. she called out to him first-- females in the teekon wilds were so forward, he'd forgotten that-- and he dipped his nose gently. "hello," he returned, blue eyes watching her, "are you alright?" surely a female so poorly groomed was not fairing well on her own. he did not look to cyclone to gauge her reaction.