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“Maybe I do,”

She replied evenly, her accent lilting softly over the words, and didn't bother to hide the smirk that glinted upon her face. Rugged, but feminine to her core.

Her eyes remained steady on his, the faintest flicker of intrigue in their lavender depths. “Guess that depends on what y’re plannin’ to make of yourself, Nox.”

She shifted her weight, her broad paws steady on the uneven stone, her thick pelt rustling faintly in the wind. “If y’re talkin’ ‘bout finding out what y’r name’s worth, then yeah. Might stick around a little longer. 'Sides,” Her tone carried a touch of humor, but the undercurrent of sincerity wasn’t hard to catch.

"Y' ain't bad company."