That made her giggle softly. "Greedy. I promise not to get the spot that makes your leg go. I understand the need for dignity."
Clever fingers used to manipulating ingredients for potions, working knots for bindings and the like obliged his beg for tummy attention as she sighed again.
"It's like looking at a painting through a kaleidoscope. All the colors are still there, just not in the right order. And no matter how I turn it sometimes it just gets worse." She huffed as she pulled out a piece of bright red leaf from his fur and flicked it to the side. "They want to fix me. Sometimes I don't think it can be fixed, and other times I don't know if I want them to even try."