"He is." She pauses, a bit awkwardly, before adding, "Thank you."

"I didn't have a familiar before this, either. It's not very common, where I'm from." She can only really think of Val Moren, the Court Poet, and his giant raven.

"It's... nice, though. Having someone you can trust."

Is Silver preening? He might be preening, his bushy tail curled over his paws as he sits there, with his eyes half-closed.