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something about her is oddly... charming? delight can't put a paw on it, because normally this sort of behavior is very off-putting to the easily bothered boy, and he feels prickly but not in a way that makes him want to bite back. more like... he wants to keep an eye on her to see what she's doing. or something. it's weird.

hunting, sunflower offers, and cheering wolves up. with a pang he thinks of brienne. it's not.. he's relucant yet to think she's abandoned them the way uka and trajan did. especially not with - well, her and mato, but ... actually, tindómë really is in some need of some good cheer. "being cute isn't a skill," he can't help but say, his tone devoid of any true bite. "but i guess you can stick around," the nénar tells her, the corners of his lips twitching faintly - it's possible underneath the snark he's genuinely teasing, here - "since you seem so eager about it. like i said, we value skilled members -- we also share our forest with the king elk and his cow. he's not to be hunted or bothered - we respect him, he respects us." sort of, delight adds mentally, his eyes bright as he watches for her reaction - it's hard to tell beforehand who's gonna be weirded out by their god-creature and who's into it.