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Cupid was good at that: reassuring people. She could feel the anxiety slipping, even as she stared at the puppy, wide-eyed and innocent, dripping rain water on her bed. The gods, huh? She felt the rush of bitterness in her throat, and released it with a sigh. No use getting angry with them, now. Unless the kid was raptured as well, he was here for the long haul.

Cupid cooed to the kid, but he only backed further into the den, his eyes flicking rapidly between them. It... reminded her a little of herself, when she first arrived. Though, she supposed anyone would be more than a little hesitant and probably scared suddenly waking up somewhere completely unfamiliar surrounded by strangers. She could relate, at least.

He backed away, she murmured, the corner of her lip tugging in a frown. She wouldn't be as good at this as Cupid was, but as one of the only working pair of eyes around here, it would have to do.

He's... damp, she began to describe, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes as she examined the kid. Like he came in from the rain. Well yeah, no shit. It wasn't like he had just popped into existence directly on top of her, though that had been what it'd felt like and certainly stranger things have happened.

Anyway. He's really small — not like baby-baby, it looks like he can walk pretty well — but probably around the age right before we all left the den. He's pretty skinny, too. He probably hasn't had a good meal in a while.

That... seemed like everything? Everything relevant, at least. She thought about describing the color of his fur, but. Was that important? Maybe later. After they got the kid dry and fed. She looked into his eyes, wide and blue and shining, and asked gently, You hungry, little guy?

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