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[fridgetothefire]

[When the view clicks on, Anya is obviously changed. She has the glowing blue eyes, and her skin looks almost grey. She isn't quite light-skinned enough for classic pallor, but the color is leached from her face. She sits still and straight, with a degree of composure that is, in fact, precisely normal for her. She missed breakfast today, and now it's quite clear why.]

I've allowed Arthas to make me into a zombie for a few days. It is entirely temporary, and I am in control of myself and my faculties. There is no need for anyone to be alarmed.

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[fridgetothefire]

[She grins and rubs his odd outsized ears before stepping inside and handing over a large tupperware of chicken liver paté.]

He's cute. Does he have a name?

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick takes the liver neatly, sailing it right over the jackal as it tries to nip some-- because it really hasn't gotten the whole 'dead' thing down, and knows that if Riddick's eating some, it wants some.]

Not really. He was the only other thing on the planet I talked to, so he knew if I said 'you', or 'hey' in the right tone it was him.

I called him 'partner' sometimes. I guess he could be 'Partner'.

[The newly christened Partner goes back to snuffling Anya and occasionally licking her with a dry tongue, butting for more ear scratches.]

...I wish he was gonna be this good with everyone.

[fridgetothefire]

Yeah.

I wonder if he'll remember me as a friend when I'm alive again.

[Maybe not. But she can hope. And she'll give him a lot of ear scritches now, anyway.]

[with_my_teacup]

His sense of smell is shot. Apparently he smells magic now.

So that's a thing.

He knows me, though. Partner, c'mere. NO NOT THE CHEST. DOWN. Good boy.

...yeah you can have some.

[He offers a fingertip dollop of pate -- which has mostly vanished, he eats fast-- to the dog, even though he can't taste it.]