Iramaat hasn't seen much of Myr since he helped drag her out of the festering hole that she'd been imprisoned in. ANd unlike him, her antlers are still regrowing - still just stumps. She's fortunate that they didn't grind them entirely down to the skull - that might have done some permanent, lasting harm. As it was it was still deeply unpleasant having them sawed off. She hasn't actively avoided him, but she also has been very wrapped up in her own nonsense.

Not to mention her lack of a bonded, so the full moons tend to be anxious, stressful times for her.

Still, the garden is lovely and she finds herself more at peace when she's amongst nature. She was in her old life as well, but this was something else. A deeper sort of connection. She's even started learning how to talk to animals! Wonderful, that. She slips in and settles alongside him. And, well, her gaze does linger, because she's very appreciative of the muscles she can see.

"Myr! How are you?"

Her ears twitch.