Sit, Ubu, sit! Good dog!

She seemed more dejected than he expected, Bourbon tilted his head curiously. ”I am a healer, also. If you have need of medical attention.” He offered her just in case. ”You’ve been no bother. No I am not her patient, I was presented as a gift from her royal highness.” The dog offered honestly before finding his feet and pulling himself fully from the den. He had Luce’s scent all over him at this point, so there was little chance of him being mistaken as anything but hers. Bourbon held no qualms about being considered property, but he felt like his mistress saw him as more than that. He recalled the stampede the first day they’d met.. Surely he was more than a tool to her. ”My name is Bourbon, would you like for me to leave a message for her grace… ma’am?”