Scar drops to his knees instinctively, mind clouded with the urge to serve. The ground feels soft, and Grian laughs, tugging Scar’s hair. Scar leans into the sting, grounding himself.

"Scar, are you sure you want to do this here?” Grian asks, stopping Scar’s hands just as they reach for his waistband. Scar freezes, suddenly remembering—the pandas.

“Oh no, you’re right!” Scar exclaims, horrified, “Some of these Jellies are just babies. That wouldn’t be appropriate!”

“What.”

But Scar’s already scooping Grian up in a fireman’s carry, racing toward The Velvet Keep. Grian squeaks as he’s lifted, legs kicking into empty air.

“You do care about the Jellies!” Scar grins, hugging him tight.

“I was talking about the dirt!” Grian protests.

“It’s okay. They love you too,” Scar replies, dropping Grian onto the bed with a joyful grin as Grian lands, indignant as a cat thrown in water.