[Moralta huffs and flicks his tail, and then ducks his head down to grab Rodrigue's sleeve (carefully!) with his teeth, before carefully turning around to put both father and son closer to each other, and then promptly wraps his wings around them both to try to pin them there, as if to insist, "Here! Talk!"]
[Glenn huffs.]
Moralta, I don't have the energy for this.
[He sounds-- tired. But he's not walking away or trying to leave. His legs shake erratically, and, ultimately, he leans a bit against Moralta's shoulder for stability.
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[Glenn huffs.]
Moralta, I don't have the energy for this.
[He sounds-- tired. But he's not walking away or trying to leave. His legs shake erratically, and, ultimately, he leans a bit against Moralta's shoulder for stability.
[Moralta snorts quietly.]