There's way too much fur over here. Yhohm tries lifting the hair of Angus's brow to lay back along his skull, but there's just...fluff. Everywhere. "How can you see?" he mutters, rocking back and fluffing his feathers in objection.

"That's what someone said to me before," admits Asmodia. "But I must not have, because I'm home -- maybe it's not really going to get me at all."