He frowns. "I thought you wanted to see them, for perspective and to try to reduce their impact by seeing them without being caught in living them."
"You wouldn't; it would have been in too many pieces. Bloody Lupin, that entitled infantile whiner." Being waited out tolerantly always only pisses him off, but Rus's protectiveness over the penguins is defusing, and he speaks now in a calmer tone.
"A pack mule would have had difficulty with the passage, I should think," he points out. "I suppose; I rarely want one now, though. Still, I suppose one more shrinking pocket won't weigh me down much."
It was very mild; Sev was just less able to take certain things in stride than usual. I didn't need you to repost or anything; just needed him to stop 'avin 'ysterics. You want to be descended from velociraptors too? (g) Well, it wasn't much fun. The day my dad caved and let me move my computer to my room was a red-letter one, I can tell you. Depends on the food.