[ Nah, just kidding. At best, the firm lines that make up her jaw and her mouth soften slightly, lulled into some vague complacency by Connor's transformation. She's never had a bad experience with dogs, despite everything - the Ylisstol palace had a kennel, once, and dogs are canny survivalists when they need to be. That's comforting. As it the blue light, faint underneath the thick fur. Without really thinking about it, she reaches out and gives him a pat on the head, hand briefly disappearing between his ears.
...
She retracts a moment later, because it's still Connor, she still shies deliberately away from contact from him - when not distracted by these false little moments.
For reassurance, that same hand settles back on the hilt of her sword. ]
Go. I'll be right behind you.
[ Or she'll go hide in a tree trunk and die of shame. Either way. ]
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She retracts a moment later, because it's still Connor, she still shies deliberately away from contact from him - when not distracted by these false little moments.
For reassurance, that same hand settles back on the hilt of her sword. ]
Go. I'll be right behind you.
[ Or she'll go hide in a tree trunk and die of shame. Either way. ]