It’s like he now has two creatures in his home that don’t know how to act like their natural selves. He chuckles warmly at Rama’s obvious discomfort with this whole thing.

“You could try to feed him,” he suggests, “but I think he’s fine with a few lazy scratches to the head.”

He gets up and goes to take Rama’s bow from his hands, wanting to hang it up by the doorway where they usually keep their weapons. “Hunt didn’t prove fruitful?”