Bearclaw Valley I’m your toy, I’m your toy, I’m your toy

Oh.

Well, that was easy.

He almost didn’t believe it, deciding it was too easy. He half expected her to come charging at him again and subconsciously braced for impact, but nothing happened. Allowing his body to relax, he proceeded with the forced belief that this wasn’t some kind of trick—that she had actually forgiven him, and just by receiving a compliment. Was being kind really that beneficial? Interesting.

Disallowing himself the opportunity to get too sucked in, he took a cautious step towards her. “Is everything okay now?” he asked, yet another step taken. “You aren’t angry anymore?” Maybe he would have to start giving out compliments more often, since they could apparently diffuse a situation rather easily.