Any other ideas?

Hmm, had that gotten under his skin too? She watched him as he finished tending to her face and a hint of shock bled through. And here she had been thinking he had grown calluses to her remarks. “Not long, I’d gotten halfway across the tundra--” she started to say before Oleander very suddenly got to his paws, and shot out of the den. Muttering something about his market stall.

She blinked a few times after his departing form, wondering what the hell had just happened. Then, she remembered that she was well enough to move around and had been left unattended… she got slowly to her paws, half expecting Oleander to step right back in and yell ‘psych!’ but nothing but silence greeted her movements.

She took another step, still nothing and no one. She slipped quietly into his study behind the clinic, to do a little poking around.


"Speech"