[ It's hard to reply to him in this form, not when he doesn't speak the language of animals, but she does her best.
Dom sits down, and she puts her head in his lap, watching him with her dark eyes.
Maybe it's easier to speak to a creature that cannot reply. She knows that, at least, especially when she recognises her own tongue can often get tied and twisted with confusion and uncertainty; she often feels as if she causes more issue than she solves when she makes the attempt. If Dom wishes to speak of his curse, of his nature, then let her be the listener, let her be the one to be his sounding board.
It does not bother her.
Shaking her head, as if saying no, it's fine to tell her, she leans up and pushes her face into his hand, offering a low growl. If she was any other animal, it might be mistaken as a purr, and she hopes the response is obvious: tell her as much as you like. ]
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Dom sits down, and she puts her head in his lap, watching him with her dark eyes.
Maybe it's easier to speak to a creature that cannot reply. She knows that, at least, especially when she recognises her own tongue can often get tied and twisted with confusion and uncertainty; she often feels as if she causes more issue than she solves when she makes the attempt. If Dom wishes to speak of his curse, of his nature, then let her be the listener, let her be the one to be his sounding board.
It does not bother her.
Shaking her head, as if saying no, it's fine to tell her, she leans up and pushes her face into his hand, offering a low growl. If she was any other animal, it might be mistaken as a purr, and she hopes the response is obvious: tell her as much as you like. ]