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The corners of his eyes creased in the giant smile that stretched his maw. Of course, Pygmalion responded amiably. Ye can talk tae me anytime, Bhediya. I promise I'll always be here with open ears— And an open embrace, too.

He thought of pulling her close but decided against it, figuring that one caress per day (for now) was probably a good place to start. After all, she'd come a long way from shying away from his touch in the fox-scented forest. They were making progress. That was good.

Want tae help me wi' the digging? Pyg asked, canting his head down the path they'd traveled.