Still, when she sees her patrolling partner, her ice-cold stance mellows somewhat. Hot damn, is that a fine piece of ass. Hairy and antlered, he exudes manly charm, and if it weren't for the fact that she is the size of a bus at the moment, she would probably gleefully hit on him. Her hormones are frolicking like mad things given her current with-child status, making her, as the proverb goes, 'as randy as a bitch in heat'. She doesn't know why that is - Mother Nature must have had a bit of a hiccup when she made pregnant women feel lustful during the mid-point of their condition, when they're about as attractive as a beached whale. Unfortunately, the silver soldier would probably give the poor fellow an aneurysm if she started coming onto him with her giant swollen sides and pregnant-woman sweats, so she refrains.

Well. She mostly refrains.

As she waddles closer, she offers him a nod and a somewhat coquettish arch of her eyebrows, which just cannot be helped. "Greetings, handsome. Are you to be my patrolling partner today?" She idly notes that he seems agitated, and steers well clear in case he is carrying some disgusting new form of disease, like the boils or the black ooze. "I'm Nyx, one of the herd's warriors." She shuffles to an ungainly halt, groaning as she shifts her weight to relieve one of her aching forelegs. She's sure she's never been this fat at this point in any previous pregnancy - she must be carrying a some mutant beast child.

But back to the present, and the man is speaking to her. He confirms he is to be her patrolling partner, and she wiggles her eyebrows. "Lucky me." He speaks again, and once more she flashes him a toothy smirk. "A bit of both, perhaps. Still, I won't let the small matter of looking like a heifer keep me from my duties." It would take more than a mere pregnancy to keep Nyx away from her duties. She might complain, she might grumble, but truthfully she is happy to continue to be included in things even in her current condition.

Although, she supposes, she's a bit too big to be easily forgotten.

Remind me not to cross you. Again, he's greeted with an enigmatic smile. At the moment, the biggest threat she poses to an enemy is the promise to sit on them, but that is a potent terror in itself. She looks again at him, noting the pain he seems to be in and the way he's nipping at his sides, and frowns, suddenly serious. "You appear unwell. Have you consulted a healer?" Nyx has been fortunate enough to avoid any of the illnesses granted by the new lands, so she has no idea that this is what is wrong with Rohan. If it's contagious, she prays she does not catch it, for fear of what it may do to her unborn child. He introduces himself as Rohan, a name that she files away for the future, and reveals he is also a warrior. Ooh, she will most certainly suggest a spar once she has rid herself of the lump within her womb.

He follows with a question, one which draws an amused smile to his face. He makes a valid point, but his way of explaining it reminds her of her own particular brand of humour. "You make a fair point. I assume it is to discover if there are any valuable resources here - herbs for our healers, new ores to create weapons from. However, unless there's anything we can make from water that it looks like somebody's died in, I don't think we'll find much of use here." She scans around, waddling towards a few plants and sniffing them to try and detect if they smell...healer-y. Not that it would be possible for a none-healer like herself to tell the difference between something that would save your life and something that could make your dick fall off, but she feels obliged to make the effort. She's hauled her formidable ass all the way out here, she is sure as hell going to make the most of it.

She casts a glance back to him. "Were you here during the Bear God fight here?" He could well have been here in all his handsome glory - she'd been rather too preoccupied to pay a great deal of attention.

OOC: @Rohan I'm sorry for the wait too ahh! <3

He reveals he has consulted a healer, which is both a relief (that he's had the once-over) and a concern (that no cure was found). He mentions Rift diseases, and she remembers all the hideous boil-ridden creatures she'd seen during the fights. On herdmembers, too - Mauja, and the fillies he brought home to her to be sizzled. A genuine smile flickers across her face at his joke about abstaining from physical contact. "I quite agree. As much as I love close contact with a handsome man - " and she simply cannot resist a coquettish wink, "- I'll stay away, just in case. Responsible mother-to-be, and all that shit." She flashes a grin. Oh, he's a fun one. Horses who can take her humour - and give it back in equal measure - are few and far between, and Rohan seems quite happy to join in her banter.

She rather likes that.

They are here to patrol, though, not exchange flirtations, and the silver's gaze turns to try and locate possible resources to take note of for the herd. She sniffs a nearby plant, idly hoping that it's not poisonous, then returns her attention to Rohan as the conversation turns to the Bear God fight. He managed to impale the beast, and the warrioress shoots him an appreciative smirk. "Ooh, the lucky devil, impaled by you." Another wink - who says fat girls don't have fun? At his question, she nods. "I was. This, and the other battles - except the most recent one, which I had to sit out because of pregnancy." The bitterness in her voice says just how much she hated that.

Back to the matter of patrolling, though. "Have you seen anything interest to report back to the herd?"

@Rohan