It can be, [ she stresses with another squeeze of her hands, though there is no real bite to her words. ] Especially when it worries me like this.
[ but as his attention shifts, so does hers, and she spares a moment to glance down at the lion cub who has perched himself at her side, staring up inquisitively at keats. ]
This is Saffron—
[ she pauses, an idea striking her. she glances back at keats, brows lifting. ]
Would you... like to meet him?
[ whether or not he does, olivia has already begun to lower herself (and, in turn, keats himself) down to the ground... ]
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[ but as his attention shifts, so does hers, and she spares a moment to glance down at the lion cub who has perched himself at her side, staring up inquisitively at keats. ]
This is Saffron—
[ she pauses, an idea striking her. she glances back at keats, brows lifting. ]
Would you... like to meet him?
[ whether or not he does, olivia has already begun to lower herself (and, in turn, keats himself) down to the ground... ]