He doesn't raised his head and instead tucks his chin down against a paw like he's laying down and not minding her crawling on top of him. Any pain he might feel from pulled fur is barely registered.

"It's expected," comes a whisper of a tone given there were a few around him he didn't trust. But his voice picks back up now that he's not talking about social mannerisms, "They've worked on their craft for a long time. Anything we can do is small in comparison."

"I have a few pieces that are clouded if I shatter the inside enough."