[There's no reason to blink, so maybe it's her body making the most of the time before rigor mortis takes hold of Ryder Morris for a while. ...Whoever that is. Regardless, something blinks slowly at Teo and gives another, softer croak. Her head lifts a little to something more normal, the reverse of a dog's iconic tilt. She probably doesn't understand the question.
Still, she watches him. She doesn't move off to another meandering path, or stumble forward into him without paying him any mind. He, too, is a something of some kind. Something is content in this gentle curiosity she's found.]
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Still, she watches him. She doesn't move off to another meandering path, or stumble forward into him without paying him any mind. He, too, is a something of some kind. Something is content in this gentle curiosity she's found.]