"I will," confirms Cricket, and he goes back to his spellbinder and hops on her lap and says, "They say now is fine."
He goes to go do that. Look, there is his familiar, sunning herself nearby. Edarial says something to her in her language, and she slithers up to be draped about his shoulders.
"I am concerned you are going to get along very badly with Cricket," Iobel says, scooping up said cat and heading for the guest room.
To the guest room, yay.
"Well, he doesn't care for you at all and I don't think he'll stop expressing that just because you'll be able to understand him."
"... I suppose I can ignore him? Or... Try to get him to stop disliking me?"
"I can try asking him to stop, but he's more receptive to requests about his behavior than about censoring how he talks."
"It's fine," sighs Edarial. He doesn't sound insulted or angry, just - sad and resigned. Also guilty.
"Good morning," says Adarin, from his spot sitting on the bed. His book of cheat sheets is out, he is reviewing.
"... Cricket calls me the neglectful one. Kind of depressingly accurate."
"It seemed like it would be worse hearing it for the first time out of Cricket's mouth."
"Thank you for the warning, Iobel," he says mechanically.
Adarin frowns, then gets up and gives his alt another hug. That's about all he can do.