Oh— ( gwenaëlle nearly asks is it not meant to be? because as fucked up as that thing looks — affectionately — pinecone pig sounds, you know, like an animal. it sort of moves like a nug, and she leans forward to study the ... thing? the skirt hikes mean it's easy to hitch the remainder of her hem out of her way and kneel down, curiously.

if she didn't bring it with her, then— )

Hello, little thing, haven't you had a big adventure, ( is simply the friendliest that abella has heard this woman's voice sound, orlesian accent thickening as she coos to it. ) Did you come all the way from the rift by yourself?

( when she draws its attention, she reaches a hand out to tentatively stroke it, studying the little creature to see if it has. a face? the body language does suggest which end is which but it's sort of hard to tell.

glancing up at abella, she says, )

Don't let it unsupervised into the infirmary, ( sounds like it's going to be a normal thing to say, except: ) Isaac's nasty teapot will fuck it up.

( she still sounds affectionate. she sort of loves that horrorshow of scuttling and tempestuousness. )