Marren raised a brow. Surely he wasnt so tired as to be hallucinating, or maybe it was heatstroke? And if he was he thought he could conjure up a better image than a rambling but admittedly attractive woman. Still though, she was speaking as if she knew him and for a woman to say that to Marren it usually meant something not so good. A certain pale-skinned redhead came to mind. 

“Oh...” Realisation hit him just as a curious looking black fox came close, the sparkling objects that he thought were jewels actually being its eyes. It took a moment for him to react, walking back warily. 

“So'kein...” The pronunciation was butchered on his rough tongue, as most elven words tended to be “Werent you dead? What happened to you?”