[Now it's Alcuin's turn to laugh, and he reaches up to fetch Mote onto his hand, holding the moth close to his chest like a bewinged kitten, stroking his fur and examining him curiously. He's never seen a moth at such close range, let alone one so large. Does Mote like being scritched along the thorax?]

Somehow I think they will work it out together. Felicite and Marzocco are good friends.

[After another moment fondly scritching the moth, he glances over at Sera and asks softly:]

How are you holding up?