Truthfully, she's likely in an excess of worrying. She's not what she used to be, which is a fact she can't forget. She was never able to finish what she needed to do before The Storm hit, was never able to prove herself completely, and here, she fell asleep again, she wasn't present when something horrible happened, wasn't able to keep anyone safe. She was informed, before the dragon, people were taken and tortured, and it's agitating her to lose any member of the group from her sight, or to hear them staggering along.
Gods shouldn't get involved with the evil of man, but if she's here, can she turn a blind eye? She's too much a lady of action for that. And perhaps she couldn't banish supernatural evils from the earth back home, perhaps she wasn't here when the dragon was brought back from the dead, but she can strive to be certain no one will freeze to death in the snow or be grabbed by some unidentifiable foe. There are no demons for her to place her uses upon, and so, as a mother, she's trying her best, and it's tending to get the better of her.
Her groan when he rubs her ear, when he's checking her neck for collar are no less appreciative, but she seems hesitant to cave to her usual gluttony for attention. He may find her dipping, like she wants to collapse into his lap, but then she flinches upright, hiccuping whines, turning to look away, or even straining to look around his arm in the direction of those walking further beyond them. There's not a single way to tell him, but names like Pooch and Fluffy have been commonly given to her, she doesn't mind them. Either way, obviously, she seems unbothered by his conflict on what to call her.
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Gods shouldn't get involved with the evil of man, but if she's here, can she turn a blind eye? She's too much a lady of action for that. And perhaps she couldn't banish supernatural evils from the earth back home, perhaps she wasn't here when the dragon was brought back from the dead, but she can strive to be certain no one will freeze to death in the snow or be grabbed by some unidentifiable foe. There are no demons for her to place her uses upon, and so, as a mother, she's trying her best, and it's tending to get the better of her.
Her groan when he rubs her ear, when he's checking her neck for collar are no less appreciative, but she seems hesitant to cave to her usual gluttony for attention. He may find her dipping, like she wants to collapse into his lap, but then she flinches upright, hiccuping whines, turning to look away, or even straining to look around his arm in the direction of those walking further beyond them. There's not a single way to tell him, but names like Pooch and Fluffy have been commonly given to her, she doesn't mind them. Either way, obviously, she seems unbothered by his conflict on what to call her.