Barrow Fields you're gonna keep my soul, it was yours to have long ago.

ingram felt a sense of relief flood his tensed muscles as she finally relented -- he was unaware of her inner dialogue, but the smile she held for him compelled a smile of his own in return, and he beat his tail against his hocks. "it would help me sleep at night." he admitted fully, the smile a little wider now -- he could take a joke, even at his own expense.

he excitedly fell in step behind easy's retreating form, but not before offering a cheeky depart: "wait -- is dawn the cute one...? " he grinned ear to ear like a delightful rapscallion, fully expecting a rather hot riposte in return.