Hideaway Strath A not so secret I need to tell you

He laughed, flicking his ears and clicking his teeth back at her.
He knew her medical works were too important.
"Of course love." He'd likely still follow her around the territory, especially close to the borders. And beyond.
He didn't want her to have fear again.

He couldn't stop smiling around her. Arlette's presence always seemed to make his work three shades lighter. At least.
He hummed softly at her acceptance of breakfast. "What's your favourite?" He hoped it was grouse. Or something similarly abundant in the territory. Though he wouldn't give up on finding her favourite meal just because it wasn't in the Strath. Derg would go to the bottom of the ocean if she so demanded it.

The news of Simmik didn't surprise him - he expected it. But Nyra? "Nyra? From Kynareth?" He lifted his head, his face slightly puzzled. Why would that blithering oaf pipe both of them? They weren't exactly on good terms as far as he knew - especially after Zsuzsa and Whrist verbally punching Simmik when she first arrived.