Llewellyn glanced down as he felt a weight crawl onto his foot, a curious tilt of his head at the sight. Sitting on his shoes was nicer than having someone gnaw on them. Offering the little chocobo a smile for a moment, “Sorry, little one. Pretzel can’t play today, I think.” He commented before glancing back at Nida. “Is it alright if I give your little friend here some attention?” He asked, not about to just make assumptions.

Llewellyn couldn’t help but frown lightly, “I’ve been told that a few times now, at least of prior-members.” He shrugged, “I hope to not add to that trouble, maybe make your job a little easier.” Said the man who’d gotten knocked around by a walking trash-monster not even a month ago. Llewellyn was not good at staying out of trouble, though it wasn’t as though he went looking for it.