Sun Mote Copse Wind singing in the willows

Fig shrugged and offered her a half smile. He supposed the title fit. At least it fit better than calling him mysterious. He was just a simple guy, really. Honest, kind, protective and loyal. Average, as far as he was aware. And it worked for him.

He chuckled softly at her comment, but gave a nod of agreement. He was earnest in his desire to be useful, though he did wonder what sort of odd jobs the sovereign might come up with for him. Perhaps he would find out another day. For now, he face lit up as he stood. "They're one in the same when it comes to the monster," Fig replied with a wag of his tail as they set out for a visit with the family.