stormbowed:
he has to take a moment, a little overwhelmed, as the puppy happily moved into his arms, already nuzzling at him. he blinked, trying not to flinch as the wet tongue met his cheek - a foreign feeling but he did not overly mind it, at least not now. he’s tentative as he pushes her head back enough to brush his hands through her fur, watching as her tail thumps enthusiastically against his arm. “ so long as it is alright.” he finds himself mumbling, a little detached from the conversation, if only for the puppy has unexpectedly enamoured him.
She can’t help how her optics shift to an expression of joy. It was what she’d always known, or perhaps believed, that Hanzo was not as fearful as he was made to be. He was a great warrior, but delicate too. To know what both brothers had been through and see how loving he can still be made her proud that she’d believed in him.
“You seem experienced handling her. Have you cared for pets before?”













