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Niamh felt a bit better, and a little less ridiculous when Wildfire validated her feelings. She figured others might find it silly, to put up such a fuss of something as simple as a title, but it was something that was important to Niamh. It made things simpler, and in a way, made her feel like things were more permanent. Then again- she had been a Blackthorn once before and had had that surname removed when she'd been an idiot- so there really wasn't anything saying that getting it back would be a sure thing either. But one thing had changed for sure- Niamh knew where her priorities were, and wanted to be acknowledged for it. And she wanted a simple, strong surname to give her kids. Not some three-name-long string, as she would otherwise have to do. 

"I will. I just don't wanna make him ask me because I'm making him. I want it to be his idea." She said, and shrugged. "Kinda needy, I know. But I don't wanna be pushy." She said, hoping that that made sense. This was probably why males thought females were so complicated- they were expected to be able to read their minds. 

Niamh snickered lightly at the nickname that Wildfire gave for Finley- one that was relatively new to her, as Finley had never referred to herself as such to Niamh- but nodded and sat up. "Sure. I didn't know you called her Flea, though," She said with a smile. "Dunno if she'd take kindly to me calling her that...Her nickname for me is Legs." She said as she stood up, as though to illustrate why- though the length of her legs seemed a bit lessened by her belly, which sagged down more than it normally did. "Oughta be called 'Guts'" She joked.