Swiftcurrent Creek will you be a satanist with me?

There seemed to be no objections to Wren's potential ambassadorship, or potential leadership; at least on Arric's end. Akavir, well... that would have to be dealt with another day. She shudders at the thought of having to so much as see him right now.
He deflects when she asks about him, and this brings a snort from her nostrils. Hey, c'mon, we're... buddies, eh? a paw is raised and playfully brushed up against his hardened shoulder. Somethin's up. You're not very good at pretending to not be upset about something. You make this face like you've got a stick up your ass. Perhaps, she hoped, some teasing would cheer him up; lighten the tone. Have you-- or, I guess a better question would be, did Akavir... tell you anything? About our trip to Akashingo?