[The little wyvern lets out a pathetic noise, truly like a child might. And yet as the water flows along its spine and scales, it seems to lose the want to struggle with such enthusiasm. Maybe the feeling is calming, or maybe it's beginning to resign to its fate, what with the large human(?) man making sure he stays put in place.]
It may as well be a cat, how much it hates it.
[But now the tub is filled with water, and they're getting somewhere. Maybe.]
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It may as well be a cat, how much it hates it.
[But now the tub is filled with water, and they're getting somewhere. Maybe.]