At Kit's encouragement, the bibiru takes a few timid little hops back towards the shelter of his shadow, and doesn't put up much of a fuss when the dwarf crouches down to scoop it up. It nestles into his arms, nose wiggling, one visible eye tracking Yato.

Kit snorts and gives it a placating pet from eartips to tail tuft. "Yeah, well," he begins, "I figure, if I were that small, I'd assume everything was probably out to eat me, too.--oh, sod it--" A hasty inspection of the grass around him, and he's located the burning end of his dropped cigarette, which he stomps out with the toe of his boot, just to be safe.