Zossie puffs out her cheeks a bit, for once looking almost. . .annoyed? She even stomps a little bit, though considering she's roughly the size of a malnourished 12 year old, it probably diesn't seem like much.
"Even if he's stiff, Dulse's great! He's my best friend!!" Well. Best human friend. "He's strong and smart and learns fast and likes knowing aboug stuff and he makes my braid look pretty and he lets me play with Poipole and Furfrou and he lets me play with his hair sometimes and he likes flowers and the sky when the sun's coming up!! The Blinding One is stiff too, but we respect it! And Dulse gave me Correct and he protects me and he protects everyone and he works really, really hard all the time and he cares a lot about everybody!! All the time!!!"
Huff! She's fussing with her braid--she keeps wincing as she pulls on it a little bit because of her own under-regulated emotions. She cares deeply for her partner. And he's stiff, sure, but he's always there for her and always good to her and always doing his best to make things right.
