[Galahad's hand resumes the soft stroking of the fizzgig in his lap at that, the tension in his shoulders softening a hair.]
I'm glad to hear that. [A few additional, pensive strokes of the now-purring creature curled up against him, and then Galahad looks up again.] You don't worry much about your own safety-- or that harm might come to you, do you?
[Probably because he doesn't often have much reason to, but it's something the knight has noticed about the angel in the time that they've known one another.]
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I'm glad to hear that. [A few additional, pensive strokes of the now-purring creature curled up against him, and then Galahad looks up again.] You don't worry much about your own safety-- or that harm might come to you, do you?
[Probably because he doesn't often have much reason to, but it's something the knight has noticed about the angel in the time that they've known one another.]