Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

Stag did not think Praimfaya too eager; he had held his breath in the interim, afraid for whatever reason she might shoot him down. Instead, she responded with enthusiasm; it caused a warm smile to bloom across the yearling's face in response.

So it was decided. Stag also did not want to put too much on display - mostly, his own ineptitude. What would she think if she learned he couldn't even fight off a horsefly? He listened with a tilted ear, accepting the answer despite its vagueness. It was fine -- he understood that there were reasons to keep something close to your chest, and he wasn't the type to push. "That's fair. Forward is the only way... forward." He laughed nervously, feeling horribly lame -- why had he just said that?! Quick to try to gloss over that, he cleared his throat and took a gulp as if diving into a very cold pool. No time like the present. "Now?"