[Yes. Only him. Though even from the back of her head, he can probably see the way she's turned it almost to a full angle, trying to puzzle out if he's still confused or what he could mean by what he's said, in the way all canines and wolves over-tilt their heads at a mystery.
His question has it lifting though so she can look up at him, still adrift in a moment of confusion, and—oh! Oh!
She practically wheezes out a whine, half leaping up, at least fore legs coming briefly off the ground, to smack her shoulders and top of head against his side in an unrelenting show of apologetic, demanding affection. Now, traveling with her is even more annoying, because she's both trying to walk, and jump up to paw at him, and... lick... his mask, her tail wagging ceaselessly. He may as well have said, "Did you forget something, dummy?" And bodily, she fusses and fusses, rounds him to press weight on either side, squeezes between his legs because... well, animals are just senseless and weird sometimes, particularly in a show of missing someone they care for, it's as if they don't know how to behave.
Throughout all this she does answer: I'm terribly sorry! It was earlier this month. I kept finding your scent, but those forsaken doors! And, finding you out here like this—I got a little mad, I think. Rocket told me about some of the things that happened. You didn't think I wasn't glad to see you, were you? I felt angry you'd wander off far enough that what if I couldn't keep you safe. It felt like we fell back into our usual visits, like there was no gap, and I forgot, I forgot to greet you, didn't I? Can you forgive me for it?
Her teeth playfully chew and gnaw at his gloved fingers, and she's prancing beside him, and it's just about the equivalent of swinging hands with him. Now, that I'm awake, she finishes up, I want to make sure things that tend to happen when I'm not awake won't happen again. I don't want you to freeze. Are you holding up all right, right now? I could put a fire in the air we can rest by for a minute, but we should still stay determined to return with the group.]
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His question has it lifting though so she can look up at him, still adrift in a moment of confusion, and—oh! Oh!
She practically wheezes out a whine, half leaping up, at least fore legs coming briefly off the ground, to smack her shoulders and top of head against his side in an unrelenting show of apologetic, demanding affection. Now, traveling with her is even more annoying, because she's both trying to walk, and jump up to paw at him, and... lick... his mask, her tail wagging ceaselessly. He may as well have said, "Did you forget something, dummy?" And bodily, she fusses and fusses, rounds him to press weight on either side, squeezes between his legs because... well, animals are just senseless and weird sometimes, particularly in a show of missing someone they care for, it's as if they don't know how to behave.
Throughout all this she does answer: I'm terribly sorry! It was earlier this month. I kept finding your scent, but those forsaken doors! And, finding you out here like this—I got a little mad, I think. Rocket told me about some of the things that happened. You didn't think I wasn't glad to see you, were you? I felt angry you'd wander off far enough that what if I couldn't keep you safe. It felt like we fell back into our usual visits, like there was no gap, and I forgot, I forgot to greet you, didn't I? Can you forgive me for it?
Her teeth playfully chew and gnaw at his gloved fingers, and she's prancing beside him, and it's just about the equivalent of swinging hands with him. Now, that I'm awake, she finishes up, I want to make sure things that tend to happen when I'm not awake won't happen again. I don't want you to freeze. Are you holding up all right, right now? I could put a fire in the air we can rest by for a minute, but we should still stay determined to return with the group.]