"Interesting is one word for it, yes." Her lips quirked up at the corners as she cast him a sideways glance. "She's never forgiven my mother for falling in love with an elf. A heated night under the stars, certainly, but love?" Scabhair shook her head and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It used to be a sore spot – she was a walking reminder of the permanency of the union, after all – but after Elbion her brand of intolerance seemed little more than gentle jibing. "Mhatharra is a proud leader. Sometimes so proud she can't see the earth she walks on for the stars." She rose at his prompt, whistling Inodeirr along as they wandered out of the verdant copse and back onto scorched ground. "Any other clans nearby?" she asked at length, the both of them content to keep a slower pace after that little race.