[Shylah's ears prick when Easter talks - it's the most she's heard out of him in, well, ever - and when he butts her side she turns to nose at his, whuffling at his ears before risking a lick.]
He knows, [she tells him, and sits with a knowing look. James's surprise is already fading, that cocksure expression returning quickly.]
Speaking of grief, [he starts, taking a step toward her and, like Shylah, taking a risk by reaching out for one of her hands,] With all this nonsense talk of my death, did you grieve for me?
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He knows, [she tells him, and sits with a knowing look. James's surprise is already fading, that cocksure expression returning quickly.]
Speaking of grief, [he starts, taking a step toward her and, like Shylah, taking a risk by reaching out for one of her hands,] With all this nonsense talk of my death, did you grieve for me?