Fox's Glade Magical musical break-up hospital

Little by little, she began to unravel, revealing herself to him. Once lived here, now no longer. And as for Pyg. . . You assume correctly, he shot back, grinning. 

Her shiver drew his attention, and he moved closer, ready to offer the warmth of his plush coat. Underneath that, he was fairly full of flesh, having not withstood the famine the rest of these lands apparently were suffering from. Plenty of substance to keep her cozy, if she so desired.

Weel, my parents named me Pygmalion, he started, and it's Pyg for short. Dreadful name, but I havena come up with anythin' better. Perhaps you can, Pyg teased, raising his brows. What's your own name, darlin'? Something hopefully suitable for that beautiful face, 'else it'd be a shame.