[ Another token? Aha, he sees. Yes, Cacao would be the type. His tail wiggles the best it can while bundled, and he reaches up to unwind the scarf from around his own neck. The daffodils are gone now, thanks to Lily hauling him to Zahliya, and his wool is pristine under it.

He then ties the scarf around his husbands waist like a sash. It barely fits, the white of the crochet standing out on the deep colors of the regalia. ]

There, a proper favor. Now you must survive, as I expect this back. I promise, I will stick close. I will not engage him. My focus will be on shielding those in battle.