[Oh, he's adorable in his helplessness. Completely pathetic and utterly endearing, and Fenris doesn't bother hiding his grin this time.]
You begin by calling her her, not it.
[Taking his hand, he guides it down to the wolf's stomach, his own hand atop Astarion's own as he demonstrates. Like this, his hand an odd amalgam of warm skin and cool lyrium, lingering a little longer than strictly necessary.]
Like this. Briskly, and more roughly than you'd think. She is anything but delicate. And if she is anything like the dogs I have known, scratching behind her ears will endear her endlessly to you.
[But ah, that's a good point. He's sort of been working off the assumption the wolf was here to stay— and indeed, perhaps she is with or without Astarion's permission, but still, his decision does matter.]
Do you truly wish to have her leave? Fade-touched or not, I imagine she would prove a great asset once she was trained properly. Though if it's a question of—
[Ah. No, best not go down that silly route. Fenris leans back, releasing Astarion's hand (although he'll guide him right back if he pulls away), distracting himself with scritching just beneath the wolf's chin. Whosagoodgirl, and he doesn't quite say it, but that's sure the face he's making at her.]
In any case. You could hurt her, I suppose, if you truly wished to dissuade her— but I think her more of an asset than you realize.
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You begin by calling her her, not it.
[Taking his hand, he guides it down to the wolf's stomach, his own hand atop Astarion's own as he demonstrates. Like this, his hand an odd amalgam of warm skin and cool lyrium, lingering a little longer than strictly necessary.]
Like this. Briskly, and more roughly than you'd think. She is anything but delicate. And if she is anything like the dogs I have known, scratching behind her ears will endear her endlessly to you.
[But ah, that's a good point. He's sort of been working off the assumption the wolf was here to stay— and indeed, perhaps she is with or without Astarion's permission, but still, his decision does matter.]
Do you truly wish to have her leave? Fade-touched or not, I imagine she would prove a great asset once she was trained properly. Though if it's a question of—
[Ah. No, best not go down that silly route. Fenris leans back, releasing Astarion's hand (although he'll guide him right back if he pulls away), distracting himself with scritching just beneath the wolf's chin. Whosagoodgirl, and he doesn't quite say it, but that's sure the face he's making at her.]
In any case. You could hurt her, I suppose, if you truly wished to dissuade her— but I think her more of an asset than you realize.