[ Tail going furiously, Rosalind's eyes shine as the smaller of the floofs scurries back into view. She looks like she wants to leap up in joy, but practices excellent patience. She does wriggle a little in place, though. ]

To anyone familiar, the signs are obvious.

[ Allelujah may be gauging, but he also sees no reason to not be kind. He accepts his canteen back, glancing out through the gaps in the stone, worn by wind and ocean salt. ]

There are good, capable people here, though. And those of us willing to protect those who shouldn't have come at all.