Aware of the boy's gaze, Mal flicked his newly-torn ear back with a wry grimace. Eh, I've had worse. A more good humored snort. Mal lifted a paw, glancing down at a few freshly scabbed over marks now visible with the angle. She tried to take a fucking bite out of me as part of our introduction too, and I still like her most of the time. So uh—really, it's fine.

Honestly, Mal really had fucked the kid up worse. He didn't exactly feel good about it—but wasn't that just part of growing up? Mal still keenly remembered his youth—the fire and drive to prove himself, his unwillingness to back down, and the resulting hard lessons his elders or betters had doled out to teach him his place.

Those weren't bloodless lessons either, but Mal survived them.

At Myna's explanations, and Yunxu's skepticism, Mal sighed. Yeah—magic. Sounds like a load of bullshit, right? I didn't wanna believe it either. In a lower, more grumbly tone Mal rolled his eyes and added, Now we've got fucking voices whispering in our ears, being all cryptic and shit. Ugh. That's all I've seen myself, but I just got dumped here yesterday. Myna can talk your ear off about it. Oh, and uh— Hoping at least some of his ramblings were comprehensible, Mal lifted a paw and gestured to himself. I'm Amadán.

He'd let Myna explain about the name-stealing faeries. Mal still wasn't sure if he bought that one or not.