[Sentimentality gets more points with him than anything else does, to be sure.]
Then I'd love to. If you tell me your whereabouts and leave a window open, I can send her over. They're rather smart creatures, I've found. I don't suppose you could leave a bit of bread out on a windowsill? Not that they need much care, but they still have a taste for the stuff. And then she'll fade away in a few days, as natural as falling asleep.
[At least, it's how he thinks about it: the magic, the chaos, sleeps, and returns to him. Any longer and it would drain him. And there it waits until he calls upon a new form for that chaos.]
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Then I'd love to. If you tell me your whereabouts and leave a window open, I can send her over. They're rather smart creatures, I've found. I don't suppose you could leave a bit of bread out on a windowsill? Not that they need much care, but they still have a taste for the stuff. And then she'll fade away in a few days, as natural as falling asleep.
[At least, it's how he thinks about it: the magic, the chaos, sleeps, and returns to him. Any longer and it would drain him. And there it waits until he calls upon a new form for that chaos.]