Emberwood and it hurts my soul

He'd given her some space, although he was undoubtedly curious about the young woman she'd brought in from the plains. Pyg was overjoyed when her call rang out; he assumed it was he who would eventually have to track her down—as if perhaps she had enjoyed lacking his company. Apparently, it was not so.

Hello, love, Pygmalion crooned, waltzing up to her with a smile. He nosed at her cheek, giving her kisses if she did not pull away, and then leaned back, gazing at her in query. It's good to see ye. What's on yer mind?

Maybe nothing, and she just wanted to lounge together. That was perfectly all right with him. In fact, words were not necessary. For once, Pyg could shut up and bask in her presence and not be compelled to speak. He was captivated, so captivated. . .