( soren can't even help himself — he chuckles at the remark, a tiny skipping sound in his throat that almost never happens, not to him. and he's smiling, and the size of his irises have reduced to something less absurd, a bit more human.

he hasn't laughed in... ages. he's never been given to laughter, and when amusement strikes, it's usually one sharp puff of air through his nose. but this is pure laughter, quick-lived but real. his voice remains warm and bright. he shakes his head. )

He wouldn't know his tail from his head. Next thing you know, he'd be begging me to help him... but even if he could use magic, his attempts would be catastrophic at worst, failures at best.

( he would get impatient, as he is wont to do. but skrimir has it in him to shut up and listen, especially when soren is talking. in his rush of euphoria, soren swings his arms out and clasps ranulf by the hands, minds the sharpness of his own claws, looks him in the heterochromatic eyes. )

Tactile reinforcement is another thing you should know about. It serves to strengthen the connection between us further, which helps us both.

( and ranulf's excitement over improvement mixed with their joking over skrimir resounds like an echo chamber, leaving soren happy in return. )