Fern tries to herd the squeaking and squealing little fox back into the house as soon as he starts making that terrifying noise--dear Maker, is that what foxes actually sound like?--and then looks quite intrigued by the prospect of a tattoo.

"Sina talked to me a bit about the Creators," she starts, looking between her new friends with a suddenly pensive look on her face. She can't quite bring herself to chase Lux away though, and crouches next to him to keep petting his sleek fur and scratching beneath his pointed chin. "Maybe I could get one, too. Maybe a halla." She grows quiet again, until Araceli asks her if she'd like a drink.

"Tea, if you have it?" she asks, straightens up, and trots over to the table to find herself a seat.