César looks down and tests his grip with one claw. Hmm. You know. He let instinct help him the way up but now he's... thinking about it too hard. Oh boy.
César knows it's supposed to be encouraging, but he can't a thought that comes to him. He scoots back a bit, gets on his hind legs slowly, and then tries to very gently pat her head to see what it feels like.
Pat. Pat, pat. Pat? César blinks, flexing his frill. He could get down if he wasted another Wild Shape to change forms to a squirrel, but he wanted to experiment with this form a bit more, first. Sigh. He doesn't want to break his back and then have to explain to Magne how he died as a literal lizard.
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Well, this is unexpected. She flicks her snake tongue at him, since blinking is not currently possible.
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