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

Niamh's gaze lifted to Artaaz's handsome features just in time to catch the smile that lit across his face as suddenly- and fleetingly as the spark of a match when first lit, before it faded, just as quickly. There was something dangerous but alluring about the flash she'd caught (or thought she'd caught) in his mis-matched eyes that made her almost shudder- and though she held herself still, she couldn't stop the hairs on the back of her neck from prickling. She got two impressions from his smile simultaneously; the first was that those who saw it, didn't live to see much else- and the second that it wasn't a smile many were even meant to see, though it didn't appear as though he'd consciously reined it in. She was charmed all the more by the man at her side, who appeared to have more layers to him than she had at first expected. After all- he seemed to have settled for conversation rather than physical intimacy- and how many men would have suffered the same without complaint?

He reiterated the phrase, but something about the way he spoke it led her to believe that she'd been close- but not quite on. His eyes showed amusement, and she reveled in the fact that he was enjoying this lesson he was giving her. He gave her a phrase, and she- without faltering- responded, though her accent was not likely more than bearable, as she latched onto what recognizable syllales she could. "I na mafta op you," She repeated, and tilted her head back to gauge his reaction. Before he could comment, though, she repeated the phrase again. "I na mafta op you. of you. Inamafta...Ina mafta..I'm the..." She said, all the while watching his reaction to see if she was getting closer. "Mafta....Mafta....Master?" She asked, and flicked her tongue over her teeth as she broke into a smile. "Now that idea, I like." She said, nipping his cheek- perhaps a bit roughly, before smoothing out the fur with a more tender kiss.