[He smiles, watching Marianne make her way over to the sheep, reaching over to scritch Dorte's nose while she speaks with them. Darby is busy drinking and flicking her tail in annoyance at his silly little fawn. Everyone else seems to have these sweet, knowledgeable, helpful familiars and then here he is babysitting most of the time.
He's so caught off guard by the sudden spurt of flame that he yelps, hurrying over to where she's knelt to put his hands on her shoulders.]
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He's so caught off guard by the sudden spurt of flame that he yelps, hurrying over to where she's knelt to put his hands on her shoulders.]
Marianne! Are- Are you alright?