Stavanger Bay I prefer to achieve immortality by not dying

Small talk. Foxglove's ears fell to the side and her momentary eager expression lost some light and became slightly frustrated/bored/annoyed and yet the regard she felt for the man made her keep her emotions reined in. Smokestep had done one kind thing to her at a time of dire need and she did not forget that. This did not mean that she liked being indebted to someone, nor that she liked the pallid leader. But he had earned her respect and that was the most she could give to anyone. 

In response she yawned, gave a leisurely look around and then let her eyes return to the leader - letting him decide, what he had read in her silent response, and then speak himself.