Pretzel didn’t take long to trot over to the bed where she’d curled up. She found one of his favourite places! The comfy bed, newer than the little pillow he’d had in the apartments and definitely had room for two as long as the two in question, was on the smaller side. So it was perfect for a little princess and her wrinkly hero.
Though at the sounds of Llewellyn calling out as he descended the stairs, the hound gave a light bar to let the man know where they were. Either because the hound realized that Luna was quiet and couldn’t speak up for herself, or because he was used to greeting the man upon his arrival. It brought Llewellyn around the corner to the cozy sitting room with a curious little expression as he took in the sight. “There you two are, I uh- see you’ve gotten comfortable.” He commented with a smile, crossing the room and sitting on the arm of the sofa next to the dog bed as he unfolded a blanket.
He didn’t want to disturb how cozy she looked, but the detective couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be more comfortable on the sofa instead. More room, after all, and easier to wrap up in a cozy blanket… But Llewellyn supposed he could address that after. For now, he was hoping to make sure she was warming up. ”Looks like the shirt is fitting alright, and hopefully warmer than your little dress. I’ll hang it to dry with the other things in a little while.” He held out the smaller unfolded blanket to her to start with. “You can wrap this around your shoulders though, if you like. I was thinking you might want something to eat, hm?” Something to eat and a little chat before he got her settled to sleep. Surely she must be a bit hungry after her ordeal.
At least that was how Llewellyn had always felt after being through something, a comforting bit of something to eat. A sandwich, or maybe a bit of soup broth in a mug to help warm her up. Surely they had something like that, and it wouldn’t be too difficult for him to make or reheat… He wouldn’t burn the kitchen down with only that much.
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Though at the sounds of Llewellyn calling out as he descended the stairs, the hound gave a light bar to let the man know where they were. Either because the hound realized that Luna was quiet and couldn’t speak up for herself, or because he was used to greeting the man upon his arrival. It brought Llewellyn around the corner to the cozy sitting room with a curious little expression as he took in the sight. “There you two are, I uh- see you’ve gotten comfortable.” He commented with a smile, crossing the room and sitting on the arm of the sofa next to the dog bed as he unfolded a blanket.
He didn’t want to disturb how cozy she looked, but the detective couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be more comfortable on the sofa instead. More room, after all, and easier to wrap up in a cozy blanket… But Llewellyn supposed he could address that after. For now, he was hoping to make sure she was warming up. ”Looks like the shirt is fitting alright, and hopefully warmer than your little dress. I’ll hang it to dry with the other things in a little while.” He held out the smaller unfolded blanket to her to start with. “You can wrap this around your shoulders though, if you like. I was thinking you might want something to eat, hm?” Something to eat and a little chat before he got her settled to sleep. Surely she must be a bit hungry after her ordeal.
At least that was how Llewellyn had always felt after being through something, a comforting bit of something to eat. A sandwich, or maybe a bit of soup broth in a mug to help warm her up. Surely they had something like that, and it wouldn’t be too difficult for him to make or reheat… He wouldn’t burn the kitchen down with only that much.