Vax turned to blink at the elven girl with the curious tattoos for a moment before it sank in what she meant. "The tall fellow with the cat and the staff," he supposed. He thought he'd seen the two together at one point, though he hadn't exactly made proper introductions with either of them. "Yeah, no, you've got the wrong brooding bird."

He might've been more guarded around her, what with the ears and the very little love to be lost there. But it was difficult to be cool and serious when the girl had a huge-eyed fawn that was all legs and wobbly knees bumping along at her side, and he found himself smiling at the pair.