Lion Head Mesa Medusoid Ostreatus

The dog's ear flicked in the direction of the flaxen-pelted woman, shattered-glass eyes turning to meet her just a moment later. The "something" he had been so focused upon, seemed to be sorting through a pile of odd-looking mushrooms which he swept aside as she approached. As Machi was lying down and could not properly bow, he did the best he could manage with a respectful incline of his fair head.

"I am glad you are safely returned to us,"

This was returned only by the subtle arching of one brow, quickly returned to a more neutral position. This woman was dear to Eset, and this perhaps was the only reason he did not move to insult her as quickly as he had her husband.

I fair as well can be expected, Exalted One, he replied neutrally, refraining from offering her anything further.