Lion Head Mesa Sips froth from soft, warm joe

As he had suspected, the guard turned down his offer. And as usual, the rejection made hurt bloom in his chest, but he was careful to hide it from the statue. It was the mazoi's choice, after all.

Sayf smiled apologetically and allowed him to put some space between them. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you were not capable, just that you didn't have to if you didn't want to. He turned his gaze to the water and pulled some of it to his own chest before combing the plush fur with his teeth.

Unfortunately, he answered between his grooming. It will be a shame to be without the bathing pools during the winter.

He moved his focus back to the guard. Arsenio? he asked softly. What does filos mean?