Bastien smiles because of Ruadh's head-butt, and he smiles because this already feels close to forgiveness.
"For you, monsieur," he says to the mabari, for whom he will be this generous: a third of the remaining cheese, a third of the remaining bread.
There is some caution in the way he holds it out, but it has less to do with Ruadh's rippling muscles and heavy jaws, specifically, than with the temperamental, fluffy terriers who have snapped at Bastien's fingers in the past from the arms or laps or bags of their owners.
"Can he have a bite?" he asks again, this time to Ruadh, about Ellis. Seems only fair.
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"For you, monsieur," he says to the mabari, for whom he will be this generous: a third of the remaining cheese, a third of the remaining bread.
There is some caution in the way he holds it out, but it has less to do with Ruadh's rippling muscles and heavy jaws, specifically, than with the temperamental, fluffy terriers who have snapped at Bastien's fingers in the past from the arms or laps or bags of their owners.
"Can he have a bite?" he asks again, this time to Ruadh, about Ellis. Seems only fair.