Hawke considers this, watching her dog closely. His judgement is usually pretty good, and while he's obedient to her commands (except for the ones like "No jumping onto the bed"), she's willing to wait and let him make up his own mind about this guess. His opinion will help her form hers, because this new piece of information is...problematic. She might not know the meaning of the word cellular, but there's still a lot there to chew on. (His body is made to fight off disease? Was he designed or enhanced somehow, like Fenris?)
For his part, Teo takes a moment, still sniffing delicately. This newcomer smells strange, like nothing he's run across; a little like magic and a little like lightning and a lot like something he has no words for. Something of illness and something of danger. But not hostile, which is the most immediately urgent thing. There's no aggression or fear, nothing to make him think he or his mistress are in danger. So ultimately, he takes the last step forward and accepts a scratch on the head. Not more than that, but he'll permit it as a greeting and acknowledgement that there is no threat present that he can identify.
It only takes a few seconds of time, but Hawke thinks a good deal during those few seconds. Once her dog is content, she continues with the most urgent question. "How contagious is it?" She looks pointedly at his arm. "And how did you catch it? Through a wound?"
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Date: 2013-04-08 11:50 pm (UTC)For his part, Teo takes a moment, still sniffing delicately. This newcomer smells strange, like nothing he's run across; a little like magic and a little like lightning and a lot like something he has no words for. Something of illness and something of danger. But not hostile, which is the most immediately urgent thing. There's no aggression or fear, nothing to make him think he or his mistress are in danger. So ultimately, he takes the last step forward and accepts a scratch on the head. Not more than that, but he'll permit it as a greeting and acknowledgement that there is no threat present that he can identify.
It only takes a few seconds of time, but Hawke thinks a good deal during those few seconds. Once her dog is content, she continues with the most urgent question. "How contagious is it?" She looks pointedly at his arm. "And how did you catch it? Through a wound?"