[and just in time, too. The cat is a thrashing whirlwind of claws, teeth, and hisses. The guard makes no move to stop Aymeric from taking his cat, which does not immediately calm in his gloved hands.
He places the upset cat over his shoulder, holding it much like a toddler. He speaks softly to the mass of white fur, giving it gentle pets.]
Thank you, Mistress. [he bows his head in deference. If there was one thing he had learned growing up was how to put up with mistreatment. He steps away from the dais, back to his friends who just had to watch that humiliating display. ]
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He places the upset cat over his shoulder, holding it much like a toddler. He speaks softly to the mass of white fur, giving it gentle pets.]
Thank you, Mistress. [he bows his head in deference. If there was one thing he had learned growing up was how to put up with mistreatment. He steps away from the dais, back to his friends who just had to watch that humiliating display. ]