All right. [He says softly. He's quiet as he enjoys the peaceable silence, the gentle swish of her tail, the soft mane under his fingers. Maybe he should try this more often when she's angry with him...? It seems to have a soothing effect, at any rate.
After a time, though, he offers to take her cup.]
Ready to hit the hay for the evening? Or... not hit the hay, for once.
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After a time, though, he offers to take her cup.]
Ready to hit the hay for the evening? Or... not hit the hay, for once.