Daine pricks her ears forward, though she can't understand a word of what he's saying. It's a shame, as she'd be quite enthusiastic about the idea and eager to help. The city is full of strays, and there's only so much Daine can do for them. She can heal the ones who are injured or sick, and she feeds them a little when she can, but she can't shelter them all, much as she'd like to.

Sarge heaves a sigh and casts a jealous glance at Molly's place of honor. He's far too big to be a lap dog, but he's used to it. He lies down beside the bench, making sure his ears are still within easy reach of Gabriel's hand.