[Alcuin doesn't appear too bothered, holding mostly still till Mote is in such a place that he can delicately stroke the fluffy body.] Do not fear, Mote. Sera is far too joyful and hopeful to turn to an Adversary's tactics. Still, I am glad to see that she will have a constant companion.

[Félicité seems disinclined to move from her cozy spot, but she lowers her head to sniff Mote in a friendly manner and then looks up to stretch over Alcuin's ankles toward Sera. The same unreasonably pure white as his hair, she looks like she's probably long enough to drape over someone's shoulders like a stole if she wanted.]

I am under the impression that Félicité followed me to make sure I did not disappear. [Again, according to her.] She's very protective of me.