Herbalists' Cache every hour has its sound

The traveller silently chose to commit the second name to memory as well as the first - he liked it; short and sweet. A following trail of thought caused him to hum quietly, a low rumble of contemplation, before his lips parted again -- "In that case, Solly, or Tero... or anything, really, is fine." He almost surprised himself with the offer, but did not retract it, and instead gazed smoothly in the pale girl's direction, another dusting of snow sweeping up from where it lay to rest on the ground and swirling around his paws.

Truth was, he didn't really want to go yet. Her presence was far more comforting and warm than he'd anticipated, and returning to his familiar duties seemed far more dull than it had previously. Soltero's gaze tipped toward the sky, studying the clouds and the hues that lay behind - there was enough time... wasn't there? "It's alright. I think I can spare a little more before I get back to work." Reluctantly, he decided that then, after they'd located some catnip, he'd have to return to his job.