Northstar Vale you said those things and i wanted to believe you

naturally she ignores his instruction; her approach is met with a baleful look that carries no real weight. well, if she catches his cold, it's all on her and he won't even feel a little bit bad, so, there. sickness makes his normally only somewhat sullen-mostly netural expression pull into something sulky, reclaiming the edge of a youth he's gradually grown from since arriving in the teekons. 

when she asks him to walk along with her, he pouts, thinking of how cozy and warm his den is. curse queenie and her productivity and responsible ideas. but she's right: he's not about to say no. "fine," he breathes the syllable long like fffffiine, "that's probably a good idea." with exaggerated reluctance the saturnine morwinyon pulls himself to stand closer to queenie, waiting to led her lead their little voyage around the vale.