[He laughs a little, teetering on the balls of his toes when Korol heatbutts him gently in the stomach, stretching forward to rest his cheek carefully on the carapace coating along his spine, and scrub his hands affectionately along his sides. Like he's any large dog that David has ever owned. He feels guilty, in some measure. In the time he's known Korol, he's been more unwell than he hasn't.
With a last pat though, he stands up, and bridges the distance to his friend, and shrugs lightly in answer]
Yeah, Hope did a really good job. [Perfectly healed over, as if it never was. The only sign that it had ever even happened, being the faintly pink tinge to his skin, newly healed and without the wear and tear of elements and hard work. He's grateful] We were lucky to have him. I feel fine.
[Not quite, likely, what Sturmhond was asking, but all he feels like delving into, at the moment. He's here to check on you, good sir, no the other way around!!]
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With a last pat though, he stands up, and bridges the distance to his friend, and shrugs lightly in answer]
Yeah, Hope did a really good job. [Perfectly healed over, as if it never was. The only sign that it had ever even happened, being the faintly pink tinge to his skin, newly healed and without the wear and tear of elements and hard work. He's grateful] We were lucky to have him. I feel fine.
[Not quite, likely, what Sturmhond was asking, but all he feels like delving into, at the moment. He's here to check on you, good sir, no the other way around!!]