Woola's gaze flits between Dejah and Curtis several times, until Dejah gives a gentle nod and points the way to the forge. Woola blinks, utters a guttural sigh and trots off at a much slower pace.

Dejah watches Curtis, her gaze intent. Her other hand slips into the crook of his arm, giving a firm squeeze. "When we get them settled, you and I are going to the gym. I need a good solid workout with the staff, and you said you'd help."