"Flekk," Kit answers her, smiling crookedly. He reaches out a hand to soothingly stroke the little bibiru from head to tail, which goes a long way to coaxing away the last of his reservations. Flekk perks up his ears and takes a cautious little hop closer to Meira, giving her nose an investigative sniff-sniff.

"A friend named him," Kit goes on, even though he grimaces a little, having said the words. Friend. Are they still friends? He rubs his jaw in thought, feeling conflicted but not wanting to communicate it too clearly.