[She draws away so she can laugh, the sound a little stronger, the strain from earlier disappearing little by little.]

Yes, highly attractive to have a dog's face on my back. [It's...very telling of her lineage that she's considering it.] But tattoos are supposed to be reminders.

[She'd seen some of the men and women at Ostagar branding themselves. It was a symbol of their unity, of remembrance for those who may fall. She would always remember her first bonded mabari, though she should think of something for him as well.]

Addictive, hm? [She smiles.] What about something of yours? So that when I return, regardless of what happens, there's something there so I know to find you.