[Need has made a halter for the dracolisk's head, though it doesn't have a bit. The beast only sort of goes where she wants it, which is one part stubbornness, one part incomplete training, and one part not being as sensitive to touch as a horse. She's folded up a good rectangle of fabric to sit on to soften its angular back, not wanting to go to the kind of effort it takes to figure out a real saddle.
Of course, monsters in the underground are weird enough that even that might not be a giveaway.]
And you too. What are you doing?
[she hasn't realized the dilemma and might not be helpful even if she did. Thistle does not make a sound, but lowers its head to stare intently at a Big Treat.]
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Of course, monsters in the underground are weird enough that even that might not be a giveaway.]
And you too. What are you doing?
[she hasn't realized the dilemma and might not be helpful even if she did. Thistle does not make a sound, but lowers its head to stare intently at a Big Treat.]