Era looks down at her feet. Carbuncle moves to press itself against the man's leg; a firm, warm, anchoring weight. Meanwhile, she allows her tail to hang low, curling tightly around a leg, and helping her remain grounded. She lets out a short, damp breath. Her fingers twitch, itching to dig into the loose scales on her hands, though she refrains. ]
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Era looks down at her feet. Carbuncle moves to press itself against the man's leg; a firm, warm, anchoring weight. Meanwhile, she allows her tail to hang low, curling tightly around a leg, and helping her remain grounded. She lets out a short, damp breath. Her fingers twitch, itching to dig into the loose scales on her hands, though she refrains. ]
...Rex comes after, doesn't he?