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Bazi was quick to tell him that it was fine, to brush off his intrusion into something that was obviously not meant for anyone else to see. It was still awkward, albeit a little funny, even reminiscing upon it and thus Nefarious was all to eager to allow the topic of conversation to meld into something different. Even if it meant a conversation that was totally off the wall. In the end, that was much more preferable to talking about Bazi's desire to know what it was like to feel pregnant. Or so Nefarious thought, anyway. “Yeah well, I got into trouble a lot as a kid,” It had fit his nature — especially as a child. Whether that nature still held true or not he did not know. Perhaps one day, he reflected, he would find the ...not courage, he had plenty of that, but he had reasoning to go by his given name of Anik. Here, in these Teekon Wilds, Nefarious could not help but feel that there was no need to hide. Even if he'd been back in Seahawk Valley he still might have brought his plight to Suluk. He wasn't a helpless, frightened child any longer. He could take whatever they could think to throw at him.

“It's not my true name,” Nefarious added vaguely, not having the intent, this moment anyway, to share it with her. He might not have been frightened, or needed his father's so-called protection but he was still possessive and like a possessive child he clung to his secret, coveting it closely to his own heart, mostly unwilling to share. “Uh, Scimitar mentioned you at the meeting.” And considering she smelled heavily of Paarthurnax, Nefarious had put two and two together.