Ghost Lion Crag don't worry about him, he's getting fired in the morning.

Artaax couldn't recall ever being called stupid before, except for perhaps by Blixen or Bobby when they were children. That didn't necessarily mean that it hadn't happened more recently, but if it had, he had conveniently left it out of his memory. It didn't particularly phase him to be called it now. Even if he was susceptible to the comments of strangers, he simply didn't care enough to be bothered. There was nothing left that he did care about. His sorrow had emptied him of petty things like concern - after all, what did those things matter in comparison to the loss he had suffered and suffocated under still?

He ignored her apology, and he ignored her comment about his coat. He ignored her offer to clean him up as well, but he did manage to grasp the vague impression from it that she wanted to do something and was requesting his permission. Seeing as he didn't care about anything, he said "I don't care," and continued to stare off into space.