[ He does not, of course, get up in time, surprised by her enthusiasm, and he is bowled over with a small 'oof', winding up with wolf goddess in his lap. But her obvious joy to see him nets a shy, grateful smile, and when she mouths at his fingers he even manages a soft laugh, obediently moving to pet and scratch at her ears. There is a small varren pub who stirs from his nest in the cushions and comes over to see who is here with his new owner, tumbling down off the sofa with a surprised squeak. ]
I missed you too, Bright Lady. [ Maglor admits shyly and turns his head at the squeak ]
he does, and it is the most *trashy* of sitcoms
I missed you too, Bright Lady. [ Maglor admits shyly and turns his head at the squeak ]