Kali took Kutur by the hand and ran with him, pulling him along to the river. 

"If they need us, we can always come up with a reason why we can't be there, Kut. Can I can you that? I mean- call you that. Sorry. I just get so excited when I finally get what I want. I haven't had time to think about my own desires since... well, I can't remember the last time, really." She finally slowed down when they reached the river's edge, calming down when her feet felt the wet soil on the riverbank.

"You know, it isn't really like kobolds to do what we're doing. I know that it may be a sterotype that we live in caves and aren't as strong or bright as most other humanoids, but there's some truth to that. We've only survived because of our prop- popen-, our propensity to lay large nests and to be able to do so for a very long part of our lives." Kali explained, hoping that Kutur would appreciate the intellectualism. If she could throw in some romantic undertones to it, so much the better. "I'm not saying that kobolds can't be smart, but that we have to play to our strengths. It's why halflings make terrible knights, and trolls make awful mages." She sat down by the river and put her feet in the water, letting the cool stream wash the sand from her toes. She took her right foot in her hands as she picked out some sand from beneath her claws, but she kept speaking.

"You've been awfully quiet lately. Is everything alright?"