Swiftcurrent Creek i am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

"no." if only because reckless was not the word mahler would use. lazy, perhaps. or noncommittal. and while he himself had no emotional investment in these words, as for him they were mere descriptors, the man knew better than to call the lady alongside him 'lazy' for any reason. such things he had been taught were not part of the social society into which he must fit.
aria mentioned the healing arts, though now she trailed the borders. "a pack may need a messenger," mahler muttered crisply. for while he did not think the dark man and his dragonness sent many missives, swiftcurrent all the same might make use of one. "you are polite and vell-spoken. you vould make a fine messenger" was the gargoyle's verbal offering of aria's credentials, before he lapsed into quiet again.