A certain amount is made available to us each day. The servant of the Tree who lives on that floor frowns upon taking any more than that. And it's more than what we had before, so I'm not about to antagonize by being greedy.

[Garahel can whine all he likes, but Ivaera spoils him enough as it is. She smiles warmly at the offer, reluctant to ask for assistance but grateful when it's available.]

Thank you, Alla. It's a kind offer, though I must warn you that he's not a small dog, or light. Mabari are bred for war, and though outside it he's very friendly, he's also quite muscular.

[As he might see in a minute, because the moment she takes a step away from the edge, there's the sound of barking and pawing at her door. Someone's bored.]