[ Susato leans forward to stroke Rhonwhen's head, and she can feel her tail brushing against her leg with every swish. Susato glances at him with curiosity, however, noting the concern that seems to have crept into his voice, whether he intended it or not. ]

Hm? Oh... No, nothing... nothing like that.

[ Though now she wonders. The day she had seemed like any other, blending in with the last. ]

At least, I don't think so. I do wonder if I could have handled things better, though.