"That is Beauregard," Caleb told his new...pet? No. It wasn't anything that intimate. He just had to work out how to deal with it. "She is our good friend. You must be nice to her." He really had no idea if it understood, but as long as Beau didn't get burnt it was fine.
Rising from his seat, Caleb went over to the door and opened it, ignoring the socially anxious weight in his chest that had been able to grow with his negligence and his refusal to look out for his own health.
Beau was certainly a sight for sore eyes.
"I appreciate that you manage to limp your way over here after your fights. Should I get some ice?" he asked playfully, stepping aside to let Beau in. "How are you today?"