Nor's Myr heard much of Iramaat, though he has remembered her to the Maker and Andraste in that time since their last harrowing encounter. Between his own two Bonded and all their attendant troubles, and all the projects he keeps taking on--large and little--he's had less time than he'd like to spend checking in on his own friends...

But sometimes circumstances work out to obviate that. His ears twist round at the sound of footsteps in his garden, audible over the hum of the bees, and he sits back on his haunches with a bright smile for Iramaat's general direction as she joins him. "Better than ever," he tells her warmly, "moreso now that you're here. How've you been, Iramaat?"

A few of the insects decorating his antlers take off to investigate her, slow and lazy and unthreatened by the new presence. She's a friend, after all.