[Her attention dips onto the one she's managed to pick up. Iris is a wiggly one. Young, Beatrix assumes, by comparison of the others, though admittedly, she knows next to nothing about such creatures. Or pets of any kind, really. A general's social expectations do not permit her the ability to have such... things. Unfortunately.
As she listens, she affectionately rubs the top of Iris' head and right behind her ears thoughtfully.]
That is... very kind of you.
[There's probably a better way to put that, but Beatrix doesn't offer out compliments easily, hence the strange awkwardness that always seems to accompany them when she's feeling particularly charitable. She takes a moment to look over all of the dogs. There's no shortage of them. How nice it must be to be a dog.
No responsibilities. No queens. No complicated decisions to be made.]
It seems they are a bit... communal. Friendlier than I would have anticipated. I get it, though. Things here are... unstable. They ought not to suffer at the hands of that.
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As she listens, she affectionately rubs the top of Iris' head and right behind her ears thoughtfully.]
That is... very kind of you.
[There's probably a better way to put that, but Beatrix doesn't offer out compliments easily, hence the strange awkwardness that always seems to accompany them when she's feeling particularly charitable. She takes a moment to look over all of the dogs. There's no shortage of them. How nice it must be to be a dog.
No responsibilities. No queens. No complicated decisions to be made.]
It seems they are a bit... communal. Friendlier than I would have anticipated. I get it, though. Things here are... unstable. They ought not to suffer at the hands of that.