Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

Artaax never smiled. Only on very, very rare occasions when either he was too exhausted to stop himself, or he actually found something amusing enough to have earned the expression. This moment was one of the latter, as Niamh attempted to piece her way through his words and figure out what they meant. The smile was brief - just a flash across his muzzle, but it was there, and it was a dangerous thing. He was actually beginning to like this girl for more than her body.

Fakk.

"Yes," Artaax responded, resuming his stoic expression and deadpan tone, "I'm going to grab you, take you home with me, and then promptly kick you back out." His eyes glittered with amusement, but the smile didn't return. For a moment, he considered what words to feed to her. He wasn't sure what she would want to say to him right then, but eventually, he realized that this was his opportunity to get her to say what he wanted to hear. He could work with that.

"Say, Ai na mafta op Yu," he said, speaking softly and nuzzling his nose gently into her crown.