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Her speech was slow, drawn out, but it didn't bother Mawk - instead, it aided in calming whatever negativities brewed in his stomach, and he gave a soft smile in her direction; he may be in a rough spot, but that did not mean others were not allowed to enjoy their time. In any case, the wolfdog was glad Aerasha was living well, feeling good - he'd never wish shadows upon anyone.

Her following question took him rather off guard, and fiery eyes of amber flicked back toward her, blinking slowly - what? His lips fumbled to answer, and before any words could spill off his tongue, a concurring thought swayed into his mind: was it acceptable for him to appreciate the beauty of another woman, with his wife now passed? Was it simply polite to say yes, or would it be frowned upon? So unpredictable were the natures of others. In the end, he sucked in a breath and just replied, "Yes, you are. Am I?" aiming to turn it into a joke (and, well... she was), muzzle quirking at the corners.