Mearran sighs, not knowing what effects his next action will cause, "Yes you saw him at the inn, and if we go anywhere he will come with us" looking her is the eyes softly, prepared to wait till she stops crying "he's a good dog"
"Good...doggie...." Laynie whimpers, as she begins to cry, tears of grief dripping down her cheeks as she buries her head against Mearran's chest, sobbing.