[ Oh. Oh, that poor thing. Algric turns from the door for a moment to hover close to the cat as he lies down. The biting cold of his hands may be uncomfortable, but he has to try. ]
Good. Poor little guy. Let me ... let me see if I can do anything.
[ Gently, delicately, he presses fingers to the worst of it, trying to soothe. ]
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Good. Poor little guy. Let me ... let me see if I can do anything.
[ Gently, delicately, he presses fingers to the worst of it, trying to soothe. ]