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

Niamh was slightly surprised that she'd guessed wrong about the meaning of his words- but then again, not many languages sounded similar to English, so she shouldn't have expected Artaax's language to be that easy, either. She sort of preferred thinking that he'd actually told her to say that she was the master of him- that would have pleased her very much. But the idea of wanting to follow him gave her a bit of pause. Part of her wanted to run away with him- but there were things she had to settle, yet. She had to go back to the pack at some point and face her consequences; and she would also have to sort out exactly where she and Colt were...But all that had been forgotten until this point. Now, she had things to consider. 

It wouldn't have been right for her to simply leave and follow him, even though she did like the idea of running off with him. "I do like that idea." She confessed. "But running away would make me a coward." She admitted. "And you're still a stranger to me. How can you even convince me that you're actually going to show up on New Year's Eve?" She teased with a smirk.