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[powerhungry]

[ When Elsa moves to rise, Jawsy practically rolls out of her lap, laying prone on the ground for a moment — like he's readjusting to being unattached — before he gets to his feet as well, shaking off a little of the frost that's smudged onto his fur. He lopes in a circle around Elsa's ankles, then returns to Silco's side, though his ears remain tuned in the girl's direction. ]

I suppose so, [ is what Silco offers, as he looks down to meet the pup's gaze. (Not typically the kind of assessment he'd indulge in, but he's felt it, since rising from the grave — the sense that the creature knows him, somehow. That the fact that they rose together wasn't just coincidence. Strange, that she should be able to sense it, too.)

As he glances back up, not inclined to keep her here — to hang onto any conversation, really — if she means to go back inside: ]

I take him out every morning, if you'd like to see him again.

[trailborn]

[the ghost of her laugh has stayed firm in her smile as she watches jawsy romp around her feet. elsa lives in every moment entirely, engrosses herself in the smallest of details– not for nothing, be it whether to pick up a lizard or reach for a gun. silco is a contrast to the space she chooses to take, instead holding everything close to his chest. not stiffly, exactly, more careful control.]

I would. Sunrise?

[she doesn't ask what time, and even with the use of handy clocks, she chooses not to rely on them alone. hands get tucked into her jacket pockets, posture straightening.]

It was nice to meet you both.