[Florin is a curious beastie, and he smells food and happy-daddy on Ilsa. He considers this promising. She's so polite, too! The little trunk, with the damp, pink ending that folds onto itself like a pair of grasping fingers, explores her hand. After a few snuffles it grips her thumb, firmly, and pulls her whole hand over to rub its neck and behind the flappy fan ears.]

[Tarvek chuckles, letting Ilsa's free hand remain on his shoulder. It does comfort him...though he's mainly enjoying watching Florin interact with Ilsa.]

He likes you.