Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

Artaax felt warmth spread through him as she agreed to his proposal. The possessive monster inside of him was soothed with the promise of seeing her again, though it would have been far happier to wrap her up, strap him onto his back and head straight back to Drageda with her. Fortunately, he had not been raised a viking - just a warrior. And apparently secretly a kitten, somewhere buried deep down inside. He leaned forward to plant a kiss on her temple and relaxed into her nearness, feeling something akin to... happiness? I daresay? How weird. It'll be short-lived, poor thing.

Artaax didn't often smile, and even now he didn't, but there was amusement in his eyes as she settled in and made her request. "Is that all you're going to give me?" he asked wryly. It wasn't much direction, and he wasn't exactly a creative creature. He wracked his brain for something to tell her that would be impressive, but somehow he was blanking in spite of having just mentally run through his accomplishments a minute ago.