Verdant Basin he speaks of the sickening longing, the unwell emotion.

she'd hardly had the energy to hunt, and had been in sour spirits before he'd come to call for her; but now they were playing and talking of a future together, which mag could drum up some enthusiasm for.

her jostling got him roused enough to run, and as he whipped his tail she chased after it, then him, and kept pace pretty well with the soft ground and the roots along the edge of the water; lunging and climbing where necessary, lagging back, or jolting ahead, rounding at veran with playful teeth.

what would it take for him to say yes?

was the chance to learn not enough, or the taste of frogs not to his liking? was she not enough?