S - mhmm. Seven's a good number, [ Abby murmurs. He likes dogs. Animals are easier. Maybe he likes the cats best but the dogs are nice when they run up and bump their noses against his hands. When they curl up next to him, or bark because they're happy just to exist. His uncle's afraid of dogs but that doesn't make them bad. ] I have dogs too. Just - not here.
[ Only Jenny. She purrs, low and rumbling, and tips her head back for pets. Whatever else is happening here, she's alive and strong. The magic holds in her, even if Abby can't feel it here. Can't call it to him. What if someone gets hurt and he can't heal them?
That's been on his mind. That thought. Racing and racing and racing.
Abby's smile is small. A little uncertain. Will Graham. Okay. ]
Hi. I'm - Abby. Abby Fontaine.
[ Alistair, if they're going by birth certificates, but it never fit. ]
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[ Only Jenny. She purrs, low and rumbling, and tips her head back for pets. Whatever else is happening here, she's alive and strong. The magic holds in her, even if Abby can't feel it here. Can't call it to him. What if someone gets hurt and he can't heal them?
That's been on his mind. That thought. Racing and racing and racing.
Abby's smile is small. A little uncertain. Will Graham. Okay. ]
Hi. I'm - Abby. Abby Fontaine.
[ Alistair, if they're going by birth certificates, but it never fit. ]