[He follows easily into her embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder, paws careful in where they're stepping so not to put too much weight on her or accidentally scratch or harm her pretty new tail. Her laughter, so bright and full brings him nothing but happiness and if lions could purr he'd be louder than a starskiff engine. (But they cannot and that's so sad.)]

You were so small before... I was afraid I might hurt you.

[But now she's a much more acceptable size. Perfect for nuzzling against and cuddling.]

Do you still want to swim? [Or is it too shallow? He has no idea.] Or would you like to go back to your room? I can carry you.