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Oh, no thank you, I'm alright, she shakes her head fervently, smile flashing in a way that sets her cheeks alight with a rose-pink flush. She needed a sober mind. There was no getting around this now.
Despite the Queen's words, she cannot quite shake the feeling that she should not piss off this man. Perhaps she would not have to go too far beyond the realm of what she was used to — maybe she had been presumptuous. She could give him her simple company, right?
She draws into the cavern she had begun to call her own, easing down into a high-shouldered sit atop her bedfur. Come, sit with me, my neb, she keeps her smile, ears attentively perked. Her tail pats the ground. I'm happy to offer you my company.