[He knew he's gotten a bit of an impulsive spirit when he'd first gone through the ritual, but he hadn't foreseen this level of... involvement.]
Yeah, she... I guess I got a familiar who doesn't care about personal space.
[When Blake refers back to his injury, Agate calms for the moment, a sharp eye watching Ferran as his expression turns deliberately neutral. He brings a hand to his face, tracing the web of scars briefly.]
... Just my pride.
[It's almost embarrassing to admit that much, but he's always put a lot of stock into his appearance.]
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Yeah, she... I guess I got a familiar who doesn't care about personal space.
[When Blake refers back to his injury, Agate calms for the moment, a sharp eye watching Ferran as his expression turns deliberately neutral. He brings a hand to his face, tracing the web of scars briefly.]
... Just my pride.
[It's almost embarrassing to admit that much, but he's always put a lot of stock into his appearance.]