Duchess feels like she's been splashed with cold water once the child touches her... or rather, phases right through her. It's strange, and uncomfortable, and she reflexively flicks her ears as if to shake nonexistent water from her fur.
"It's fine, my dear."
She rubs at her fur, smoothing it back down. "Some other day, perhaps."
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Date: 2016-10-07 03:06 pm (UTC)"It's fine, my dear."
She rubs at her fur, smoothing it back down. "Some other day, perhaps."