[He hears her, but he doesn't answer right away, at least not until she's touching his horns. An appreciative growl escapes him and he's leaning into her hands, trusting and loving. He adores her, the person he's chosen as his sister. His sorellina.]
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It's okay. I'll get to him.
[Which is said like a promise.]
Hmm, can you keep doing that?