"Oh, is that what it is. That silly stamp thing? Yeah we can do something like that, but I need to keep the sleeves on my arms, if that's alright." that was not a conversation she wanted to have today. Hearing the question, she looked at Angel and curled an arm around him, getting a bark and a supportive lick.

"They're ... they're Rinoa's, but she went home. I'm taking care of them... until... until I can find a way to send them back to her. They ... They shou...They shouldn't be apart." There was a lot of pauses in there, more than usual. Parsee was struggling with emotions as she said it, but she was smiling, petting the dog affectionately.

"She's important to me. I want to get her dog back to her."