I have to wonder how dogs from your world are so smart, [Jo grumbles, noting Ivaera's smirk and pocketing it for later. The elf woman's got more up her sleeve than she's letting on, but Jo's okay with that. She feels safe enough around her after that night of insomnia... if Ivaera whipped around to light a solid cone of fire across half the tree's land, Jo would expect it to be for a damned good reason, to say nothing else of worries about direct harm.

...The lifestream has been doing more to help her sense of trust than she'll ever know, but that's not for her to find out right now.]

Where I'm from, even the smartest ones don't look like they'd chime in with anything other than scooby doo bullshit, [and then, because she's finally been cottoning on that nobody understands her references, she goes to the effort of using the most ridiculous barky, growly voice possible.] 'Rarf, I rove you so murch I'm gonna stick my head in yer crotch!'

[...Maybe she could have used a better example.]