[Something in Benedikta's expression softens, only slightly, but it does nonetheless, hearing that. She has never had an animal companion of her own so she wouldn't know, but she can make a few guesses on what that unreadable look means, what that frown says.
She leaves Ash to tear apart the mouse with her teeth and sets her almost-empty glass on the counter, and once he's lowered his, she reaches up and runs her fingers along the lines between his brow, as if she means to smooth out the lines that are there. It's a familiar gesture—one that she would often do when she couldn't understand or parse what he was feeling or how to comfort him. She never was good at that, so these sorts of things were all she could offer, reminding him that he would get wrinkly quicker and be stuck that way if he frowns too deeply.
It's quick, and she backs off the moment her thumb swipes its way across, returning the air to what it was before with a quiet breath of laughter and an arrogant tip of her head.]
What would Ashtail think if you got yourself a dog, too?
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She leaves Ash to tear apart the mouse with her teeth and sets her almost-empty glass on the counter, and once he's lowered his, she reaches up and runs her fingers along the lines between his brow, as if she means to smooth out the lines that are there. It's a familiar gesture—one that she would often do when she couldn't understand or parse what he was feeling or how to comfort him. She never was good at that, so these sorts of things were all she could offer, reminding him that he would get wrinkly quicker and be stuck that way if he frowns too deeply.
It's quick, and she backs off the moment her thumb swipes its way across, returning the air to what it was before with a quiet breath of laughter and an arrogant tip of her head.]
What would Ashtail think if you got yourself a dog, too?