[ Ah, yes, a talking dog. That doesn't scream "demon" to her in the slightest. Ellana finishes pinning up her left sleeve at the elbow to keep the unused portion out of the way, but hearing the dog speak in a human voice has thrown her for a loop once she turns around to find herself regarding... a canine. She looks up again, down the hall, to the utter lack of anyone else around. Was that voice in her head? No... no, that'd been spoken.
She looks back down at Teddy. ]
I'm sorry, play fish what?
[ It's not too hard to read the way she holds herself, as if ready to leap into action (or in this case, run back to get some distance) should the need manifest. She's tense, and her good arm, the one that doesn't end at the elbow, curls into a loose fist at her side as she lets it drop down. ]
You're a dog. Or you look like a dog. Are you a dog?
[ Or are you a demon? Forgive the narrowing of her eyes and the repetitive questions, Teddy, it's the context she comes out of that leaves her with uncomfortable suspicions.
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She looks back down at Teddy. ]
I'm sorry, play fish what?
[ It's not too hard to read the way she holds herself, as if ready to leap into action (or in this case, run back to get some distance) should the need manifest. She's tense, and her good arm, the one that doesn't end at the elbow, curls into a loose fist at her side as she lets it drop down. ]
You're a dog. Or you look like a dog. Are you a dog?
[ Or are you a demon? Forgive the narrowing of her eyes and the repetitive questions, Teddy, it's the context she comes out of that leaves her with uncomfortable suspicions.
... Maybe he's a spirit? Of... playful............ness. (One might hope.) ]