[Being patted does ease his anxiety! All the memories that would usually make him act more like a stand-offish guard dog under the full moon's influence are just evaporated for the time being. He proudly holds his head high as she calls him 'Sir' again, gallantly taking her offered arm, but when she suggests they head home he can't hide his excitement.]
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Stew? Yes! Let's go!
[He still worries about the spectres, though...]
The ghosts won't be coming back, right?