Noctisardor Bypass What would I ever do with a rose?

Anselm emphatically agreed with her. Druid didn’t look at him—she kept her eyes on the three smaller pups, Kiki in particular, for a few moments—but pondered these four simple words. Only when he asked a followup question did Druid’s eyes find his face again.

I left him better than I found him, she said candidly. I think everyone here—myself included—has taken him for granted. I told him I’d do better. He deserves better.

Was she dropping a hint? Yes. Was he picking up said hint? Druid tried not to stare, pointing her snout across the clearing where the children played, but she watched his face out of the corner of her eye.