[There is a very good chance that, as with Ulale, who had only taken to allowing others to watch her while her lauded caretaker was away slowly and with great fussing, Tarasylin might not have taken so well to seeing Meallan disappear for a time... but with the way the two are playing now, hopefully that will be distraction enough.]

Let me make some inquiries, then. Continue to rest. You have earned it.

[At that point, the askan is quick to scoop Ulale up, and then make efforts to convince Tarasylin to perch on his other arm.]

Would you two lovely ladies like a tour of the encampment? Your caretakers have some scouting to do, [he tells them, tone morphing away from the usual stink-eyed sardony he often employs to something far gentler.]