Yeah, uh -- sorry about the yelling? [Asmodia climbs to her feet, trying to hang onto Biscuit but finding that she has to put him down in order to stand and be able to walk. The rat sticks close of his own accord, though, staying almost literally underfoot as she moves. Asmodia doesn't seem to take any special care not to step on him as she walks back toward the door, giving the other ponies leery looks, but somehow he always weaves out of the way just as it seems one of her hooves will come down on him.] I'll just, uh...be going now.
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