Jade Fern Grove No, I’m not a go-getter

She tries first to stifle the laugh that puckers her lips, escaping in little spurts of air before exploding in full. He’s been so patient and sensitive with her and she endeavors to offer the same show of goodwill! But the idea that such a dignified man is comforted by the softness of little bunnies catches her in giggles she hopes she shares with him.

“I’ll have to remember that for next time,” She sings with amusing lilt, thinking she should like to be able to see the world in shades of his humor. It is no small gesture that he is open with her, and Tauris wants him to know she appreciates his candor.

“Thank you,” her laugh fades to a long look of appreciation into the eyes of the wolf she will not know the name of, but suspects she knows the character of.

And she is guilty of stealing so much of his time in aid of her trivial problems when he could have logically told her to bugger off. To her paws she lifts, taking a ginger step a bit closer to her therapist, the tip of her tail ticking expectantly behind her.

“So what’s your hourly rate? I have to do something to repay your kindness and wisdom.”