He reached up, toward her chin to scratch the spot where her barbels connected, like he had done dozens of times before that last section of the fight, not setting up the bond without her expressed permission. He gave Tyra a mental snark, indicating his... lack of amusement, though he kept the emotion from his face. "How about some of us head back outside, and we can talk there? I suspect Tyra over there isn't as refined and sophisticated as you, so she might want to stay here and amuse herself with the corpse. Sad, but I am attached to her a bit, so I have to take her as she is. "<br/><br/>He gave Tyra an amused look as she hissed her irritation at being the butt of his sentence, but he ignored it, before gesturing for Cerulean and Aviendha to come with him. He led the way back outside, and used a bit of magic to set up an oasis, diverting a small section of an underground river, careful to make sure it was a stable adjustment, so it wouldn't cause irreparable harm to the desert around it. He then sat down under one of the palm trees, and introduced everyone. "So, what would you like for me to explain first, Vorela? Or would you like me to call you Krystal now?"