Just fine is a mild overstatement, but they take it gratefully.
They nod and pat the hilt of their Nail. Lemm can use it. ...If he tried, they bet he could split through that Life Ender's shellwood, even without training.
They wave vaguely--they're tired of writing, but they're going to be clear here: Little to get in the way of. Myla sleeps. I wait and listen. You don't need to be quiet.
With that, though, they hop down and flutter over to the cushion half-pile, flopping onto it. With one paw, they shove one of the plushier red ones out for Lemm to sit on or otherwise grab.
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They nod and pat the hilt of their Nail. Lemm can use it. ...If he tried, they bet he could split through that Life Ender's shellwood, even without training.
They wave vaguely--they're tired of writing, but they're going to be clear here: Little to get in the way of. Myla sleeps. I wait and listen. You don't need to be quiet.
With that, though, they hop down and flutter over to the cushion half-pile, flopping onto it. With one paw, they shove one of the plushier red ones out for Lemm to sit on or otherwise grab.