our sins are washed away
Saiden's eyes widened slightly. "The very same." For a moment his easy smile faltered. "All that's left of it." Then he shook his head, banishing the lingering sorrow.
It helped watching the dragonling munching happily on the fish head. The cook watched that for a moment. At Phoebe's next question, he met her gaze. Laughing, he shrugged. "As I said, they're still cats. If you like cats, you'll like a Sear Cat." That came out slightly distractedly.
Then again, he'd answered the factual questions about the creatures, and didn't know what else to tell her. As he waited, he removed the hook from his rod. Putting it back in the box he carried them in, he put all his supplies back in their spots.
It helped watching the dragonling munching happily on the fish head. The cook watched that for a moment. At Phoebe's next question, he met her gaze. Laughing, he shrugged. "As I said, they're still cats. If you like cats, you'll like a Sear Cat." That came out slightly distractedly.
Then again, he'd answered the factual questions about the creatures, and didn't know what else to tell her. As he waited, he removed the hook from his rod. Putting it back in the box he carried them in, he put all his supplies back in their spots.
