[ His nose bumps against her fingertips, first there, then into the open palm, and then investigating the cuff of the kefta. Matthias has a hand stilled on Trass' back, ready to move to grab his ruff in case he moves, but the thin cord of ready tension is folding away. He knows what it feels like when they're both worried and angry, and ready to bite. ]
[ Satisfied, Trass lets out a low guttural huff in reply, and sits near Matthias. ]
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[ Satisfied, Trass lets out a low guttural huff in reply, and sits near Matthias. ]
He's not sure.
[ Matthias himself isn't sure either. ]
We will see.