[This doesn't look like the right Aubrey either. The fact that she's expecting him is the only thing that stops him from running off in another direction; instead, he drops the sword at her feet, nudging it toward her.
[The hand catches his attention. His ears go back, low. He nudges at her hand with his nose, a small whine escaping him. What happened?]
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[The hand catches his attention. His ears go back, low. He nudges at her hand with his nose, a small whine escaping him. What happened?]