[Iris is getting better at stating this matter-of-factly, and she's progressing towards cheerful; it's the dogs that give her away. Both of them grow still, Solace trying to hide his head in Mira's legs and Elvis raising his muzzle to make a low, melodious whining sound. Iris' mouth purses.]
Shiteballs. It's all right, my loves, I'm sorry.
[She crouches to console them with dried venison sticks and ear rubbing, and continues speaking to Mira in a low-pitched voice, soothing for the dogs.]
I can get 'er back. I just 'ave to graduate Victor. Or, you know, motivate 'im to graduate 'imself. That's really the only way it ever works. You met 'im yet?
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[Iris is getting better at stating this matter-of-factly, and she's progressing towards cheerful; it's the dogs that give her away. Both of them grow still, Solace trying to hide his head in Mira's legs and Elvis raising his muzzle to make a low, melodious whining sound. Iris' mouth purses.]
Shiteballs. It's all right, my loves, I'm sorry.
[She crouches to console them with dried venison sticks and ear rubbing, and continues speaking to Mira in a low-pitched voice, soothing for the dogs.]
I can get 'er back. I just 'ave to graduate Victor. Or, you know, motivate 'im to graduate 'imself. That's really the only way it ever works. You met 'im yet?