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Poor Arthur. Patting his shoulder as lightly as possible, the jerboa hoped that he had communicated his empathy. No doubt once sobered up the marten would be less inclined to discuss the matter, but given what seemed the deeply personal nature of whatever was bothering him, the least he felt he could offer the marten was a listening ear. His were big enough for the task, after all.
Nodding to Amnesty, Berchar had taken up scissors and snipped as she worked, quiet and focused on the task as he let her work. The vixen’s paws were skilful, and considering the state of the wound the work was admirable. He sat back on his tail, placing the scissors in the tin, and gave her an approving smile in response to her nod before looking back to Arthur. “Mmm, rest is best. I hope you haven’t anything scheduled for the next day or so.”
Red-brown eyes turned on Lisa; despite himself he chuckled also. “I think tea would be lovely, thank you - if it's not too much trouble, of course.”
Nodding to Amnesty, Berchar had taken up scissors and snipped as she worked, quiet and focused on the task as he let her work. The vixen’s paws were skilful, and considering the state of the wound the work was admirable. He sat back on his tail, placing the scissors in the tin, and gave her an approving smile in response to her nod before looking back to Arthur. “Mmm, rest is best. I hope you haven’t anything scheduled for the next day or so.”
Red-brown eyes turned on Lisa; despite himself he chuckled also. “I think tea would be lovely, thank you - if it's not too much trouble, of course.”
