[Alla continues petting with the biggest smile on his face.]

Oh, is that how it works?

[He turns back to Garahel and gives a last few pets behind the ears before pushing himself back up to stand.]

I suppose I will have to keep my word on that, hm?

[The pink haired one's eyes take focus off the canine and begin to roam about the house, filling with awe.]

This... We truly are very small...

[He pauses a moment, having finally remembered his manners, as well as comfort. Alla wants to remove his jacket, but something is puzzling him.]

Winters in Racitoire, the country where I am from, have always been icey and cold. Yet, it is so warm here. I suppose it would make sense that faeries live in warmer places...