[ scoots closer and circles her tail around him. tug. tugtugtug. she drapes an arm over his shoulders and then carefully moves it along his neck, trying to coax him to lay his head against her own. ] ...yikes. And training you, ..? How? And for a kid he kind of seems like he could really crack the whip. [ a low hum. ] He doesn't do feels well, huh?

And, yeah, things are a bit better. It turns out I didn't mess up as badly as I had originally though. Like, I still don't know some of the repercussions, and I'm scared to see what those might end up being... but I'm making it over the bumps in the road slowly but surely.

All this stuff just takes... time.

And we're nothing if not resilient, yeah, ..?