Lauralae nods, once, sharp. If she has questions she will collect her thoughts and ask them - if only because she has faith enough that Daenerys might answer them truthfully. She does not believe so much in other people, but with the secret the two of them share wrapped around them like a cloak there is not much else she can do. She must trust in this woman and trust in the bond that has been forged between them.
Peeking through the bushes, Lauralae hesitates when she sees the creatures in front of her. They're strange things, nothing she has laid eyes on before, and her instinct is to lean back and duck away, to hide - but, ah, her companion is already moving and there is not much else to be done but join her.
She slips out of the bush and watches.
The cats seem to be wild, that much is clear, but not dangerous. The larger ones are mothers, surely, and the smaller their kittens, and there's a pang in her heart as she thinks on that for just a little too long. For now, she purses her lips and takes a step forward, offering out a hand.
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Peeking through the bushes, Lauralae hesitates when she sees the creatures in front of her. They're strange things, nothing she has laid eyes on before, and her instinct is to lean back and duck away, to hide - but, ah, her companion is already moving and there is not much else to be done but join her.
She slips out of the bush and watches.
The cats seem to be wild, that much is clear, but not dangerous. The larger ones are mothers, surely, and the smaller their kittens, and there's a pang in her heart as she thinks on that for just a little too long. For now, she purses her lips and takes a step forward, offering out a hand.
She's always been good with animals.