I wonder what it was... my distraction? Or perhaps you lifting my mood weakened whatever grasp it had. [that's... very sweet, and also interesting. he'd have to make a note of it to potentially share incase others were suffering a similar affliction. his lips quirk at the thought of the solution being having 'good chats' with a clever wolf.

oh, his tea. he picks it up, glad there was some lingering warmth even though he is once again distracted reading ammy's reply.] You seem too spry for such talk. [he answers, amused.] What darkness did you handle, if I may ask? Is it at all like the corruption here?