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He didn't watch to see her stop, but he heard it in the shuffle of her paws. He sighed inwardly, but otherwise didn't move until she called to him. Fig glanced up at her with a blink of his soft, apple green eyes. He studied her for a moment as he waded through his feelings about being approached, then about being asked to do something. He didn't really do much these days outside of the periodic meandering along the borders where he mostly just gazed sadly off into the Wilds beyond his home, wishing Fenn might appear in his line of sight. The thought of doing something else was... Well, it wasn't really anything.

"Like what?" Fig asked, not rudely, but in a tone that was about 95% weariness and 5% mild curiosity. He didn't think he was likely to want to do whatever it was the girl had in mind, but regardless of how little he wanted to interact with others these days, Figment was still a gentleman and wouldn't just send her packing outright. He would chat a little, then send her packing, and then he was on his melancholy way once again.