[Hector weathers the onslaught happily, cooing each creature’s name in turn as they tumble against their fellows, vying for the necromancer’s attention. He scratches and caresses as he checks each one over. Their little bodies are unable to heal themselves, so the responsibility falls to Hector.
The dhampir momentarily ignored, Hector pricks a finger on an exposed fang and offers it up to his cat to suckle like a newborn. The exposed muscles on her hindquarters has deteriorated, and in the absence of his forge tools, blood is the easiest way to transfer his energy to her. Her eyes glow a brighter blue, and the flesh begins to take on a healthier color.
The pets’ needs seem to, be finally takes the time to look around the room. It looks comfortable, lived in. The cat’s backside aside, his animals are surprisingly well. He turns to study Adrian more closely.]
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The dhampir momentarily ignored, Hector pricks a finger on an exposed fang and offers it up to his cat to suckle like a newborn. The exposed muscles on her hindquarters has deteriorated, and in the absence of his forge tools, blood is the easiest way to transfer his energy to her. Her eyes glow a brighter blue, and the flesh begins to take on a healthier color.
The pets’ needs seem to, be finally takes the time to look around the room. It looks comfortable, lived in. The cat’s backside aside, his animals are surprisingly well. He turns to study Adrian more closely.]
Have you... been caring for them?