Jethro feels like a living thing, too, warm under smooth scales. He lifts his head and whuffs Cassian's hair, just like a friendly horse might.

"A year and a day of personally guarding the whole village, including killing that manticore. Securing them a new steel supply, and coercing the local nobles into leaving the village alone as an independent territory. Also, every penny I could scrape up, a great deal of dross, and a minor Oath sworn to the Mayor. You don't see a chimera like Jethro very often, not even among the sidhe's high courts."

Neither the tiger nor the kirin seem to mind Cassian being so distracted. Tannusen, in fact, has quite the fond expression sneaking onto his face as time goes by. Two of his favorite people are getting along, why wouldn't he be happy about that?

"Jethro may very well be the only forged kirin in existence, though I'm sure there's some natural ones in the Dreaming. Do you have kirin on your world?"