[She nods once in confirmation, laying a hand on his shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. With Agate joining him on the table, she feels confident that he's in good company— he'll be fine for as long as it takes her to put water on, at the very least.
For a few moments, she disappears into the kitchen, and there's the distinct sound of rummaging through pots and pans the owners had left behind while she searches for a kettle. Once the water is on to boil, she returns to the doorway and leans against its frame, folding her arms across her chest.]
Looks like Agate isn't shy when it comes to fussing.
[Familiars have a lot more personality than she first thought they might, in fact.]
Does it—
[She frowns, getting another glimpse of the ends of some of his scars as Agate shoves his hair with her beak.]
no subject
For a few moments, she disappears into the kitchen, and there's the distinct sound of rummaging through pots and pans the owners had left behind while she searches for a kettle. Once the water is on to boil, she returns to the doorway and leans against its frame, folding her arms across her chest.]
Looks like Agate isn't shy when it comes to fussing.
[Familiars have a lot more personality than she first thought they might, in fact.]
Does it—
[She frowns, getting another glimpse of the ends of some of his scars as Agate shoves his hair with her beak.]
... does it still hurt?