"Can you find them? I don't remember the name of the farm they were on when I was sold, and they may have been moved since, and they won't look like anybell else's parents, but..."
"The people with my piece of paper might have a pedigree for me, I suppose, that could help tracking them down."
"It could, but - I also have no idea how to find the piece of paper."
"Oh, I was thinking I'd walk into the office and show them my heel and ask for it."
Snuggle. "It's possible they'll give me a hard time, but it's at least reasonably likely to work."
"You can - I feel like this might make it look like you're trying to steal me, they might want to check my heel more thoroughly if there's someone obviously with me who could have supplied paint or something."
"... Good point. I can sit it out, then? So as not to cause you problems."
She nods. "When will there be enough mana floating around to make the trip?"
"A few days. Less, if I spend the entire time asleep, but I'm rather useless if I do that."
"I see. Well, do let me know if you have any more educated guesses."
"Mostly at the moment I just have the pillow one. But if you have too much to do it's fine if it takes a bit longer, a few days won't make a difference."
"I do have some things to do," admits Prime. "So I can't sleep forever. But I am free to try and nap now, certainly."
She giggles. And unsnuggles enough to allow relocation to proper pillow habitat.
Pillows in Prime-Land live in many places. They're very hearty creatures. Look, as he goes and relocates to a couch.
And Aya snuggles up on top of him, like unto a blanket. It's so symbiotic.
Yes! Yes it is. Behold, how he can snuggle his not-technically-a-blanket. He's glad that he can be her pillow.
Snuggle snuggle snuggle. Aya is not Phix and cannot quite purr, but she can give the impression of wanting to quite strongly.