[He'll sit then, and without much fuss; Sneasel wriggles his way onto his lap, and Silver knows it's childish to fiddle around with him too much while they speak, but he finds himself playing with his claws anyway.]
You have the floor, Elda.
[He says it passively. Even if he has an idea of what's coming, he's not ready to emotionally commit to a particular direction.]
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You have the floor, Elda.
[He says it passively. Even if he has an idea of what's coming, he's not ready to emotionally commit to a particular direction.]