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[pyrighteous]

[ LOOK ... look. u kno ur son is a lil dense,

Anyway he pinks a bit and hangs his head. ]

W-well - they just suit you so well and they look natural, so I didn't even think about it.

[ruevealing]

[Time for some of those nibbling owlbear kisses.]

I feel exactly the same way about your horns. They suit you, absolutely beautiful, striking but soft.

[pyrighteous]

[ More pink in his face. ]

Oh. I - um, I'm glad. They're a little ...

[ He reaches up to touch them. ]

Belos had horns like this. On his mask. And - when he was ... feeling badly.

[ruevealing]

But I doubt they were this soft and they certainly were not peppered with such beautiful blooms, correct?

[They follow him, a paw over his much smaller hand, over his horns.]

Yours are distinctly your own, my Hunter. I see no trace of Belos when I look at them. I only see my handsome son.

[pyrighteous]

W-well - no. Belos NEVER had flowers.

[ Especially not these pretty little white ones nesting in his hair. ]

... well, you've never even seen Belos. But - thank you.

[ruevealing]

Forgive me, but I am happy to remind you as many times as you might need to hear it that you are not him. Never.

[pyrighteous]

I-I'm glad to keep hearing it! I really am!

[ruevealing]

I'm so glad, but truly, love, if you have more worries, you may tell me. I do not mean to brush off your fears. I will hear whatever you are thinking.