Skellig's feathers are still bristled, the scent of the lions (predators) prevalent in his senses, despite the fact that they fled at the sight of her arrival. He will still be on guard.
He hops to the ground, their bags in hand - already looking for her kilt to hand it over once she shifts back to 'her' form.
"They will be wise to avoid it, until we have left."
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Date: 2024-04-13 02:09 am (UTC)He hops to the ground, their bags in hand - already looking for her kilt to hand it over once she shifts back to 'her' form.
"They will be wise to avoid it, until we have left."