whatever the opposite of strong and silent is

Treehouse? Well she supposed it was. Reaching into her stash, she pulled out some dried fish and threw it at her new companion before moving to make herself comfortable on top of him. It served multiple purposes as far as she was concerned. 1 - She always slept on the top of the pile. 2 - He couldn't go sneaking off to cause mischief this way, and 3 - well if he'd been swimming there was a chance he'd be cold and keeping him warm would help to fend off any illness, right? The queasy butterfly feeling was back in her stomach, but she did her best to push it down by adjusting her weight ever so slightly to tuck her front paws into a proper loafing position. It wasn't like she was terribly big, she wouldn't have to shout up to his huge stupid bat ears just to be heard up here either.

“Sound's like yer've come a long way, yer should eat, n' rest.” She looked at her new companion quizzically, her sabers making her frown more pronounced. Why were her paws itching to braid his fur?

“Speech”