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he listened, but his ears only perked up when it dawned on him who was being referred to. of course! the friend! so careless he suddenly felt, realising he hadn't been paying mind to the sesh's troubles.

and the offer had his little jaw going slack.

the mouth quivered, his eyes turned misty again, but now the smile couldn't be fought against, pushing the tears out his large, brownblack eyes.

"o tavinah!" the little man barked, and forgetting restraint dove into the fur of her lower half, hugging her to the best of his small wingspan's capabilities.

"o gleamin' jewel, o bright'st star, what'd this palace do withoutcha kindness n smarts!" gucci praised, muffled. he pulled his face out and looked up. 

 

"is that friend rehomed now? is she safe? i'll yap 'till midnight 'n' day after inta th' pharaoh's shapely ears if that'll git 'im t' let 'er join!" his curved tail beat enthusiastically.