Silverlight Terrace Do I look fat in this dress?

Toad felt comfortable closing some of the distance between them after she greeted; he didn't seem to be overly bothered or stiff in the way that she would find threatening or rude. He dipped his head, which lit a plump grin on her face. Though he was a stranger, his simple demeanor let her maintain her warm, relaxed state of mind.

When he explained why he hadn't joined her, she smiled open-mouthed, a breathy, awkward laugh escaping her. Toad was rather tempted to offer him a pleasant grooming session, but this was something typically unacceptable for strangers. She briefly recalled Gawain and the way his harsh exterior had melted from a gentle grooming touch.

I figured it would be silly to waste whatever sunshine we have left before Autumn. The ground is finally starting to dry out from last month's rainstorms, she said, nodding politely. She wondered how much more of this fortunate weather they had left before things got ugly again. I'm Toad, she introduced, cocking her head ever so slightly in the hopes he too might share. He was marred all over with scars from battles long past. Clearly, he'd been through a lot.