Thrice cursed bleeding heart

She would return with her own nickname for him and he would beam brilliantly. He took 'Mr impossible' as a compliment, and found great amusement when she deemed to use that name. In response to his little companion she would seem very curious, and her voice when she spoke was accusing. He couldn't help but laugh very gently at her. But her fussing, he snorted, and tossed back his head, mocking a look of outrage. “Of course. He's had scraps from my own meals” she promised him. Not that Solor had been given a choice, anything he caught, the little rodent decided to take a nibble at. Seeing the creature struggle, Solor had even chewed up some food for the rat. Of course, that truth would never pass his lips. She wouldn't hear about that from him!