[She mumbles in her own lupine way, shifting her chin along the stony ground. He's a little dramatic, isn't he? But that's all right, she's puffing in amusement, many of the people she's gotten to know the most have had that kind of flair.
At the insinuation she may not be real, she swings her head up to look back at him, giving him a groaning-whine, bordering on insulted. It's enough that she has to prove herself as what she really is, now someone thinks she's virtual. Speaking of dramatics, though, who's being that way now? Flopping out long unceremoniously to groan and huff out her disbelief. She's real, she's real, Henry! She can bleed, too. It's a nuisance, but she can.]
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At the insinuation she may not be real, she swings her head up to look back at him, giving him a groaning-whine, bordering on insulted. It's enough that she has to prove herself as what she really is, now someone thinks she's virtual. Speaking of dramatics, though, who's being that way now? Flopping out long unceremoniously to groan and huff out her disbelief. She's real, she's real, Henry! She can bleed, too. It's a nuisance, but she can.]