[Whether it helps or not, Maya can't resist a laugh. It's so soft and clear and close... though it would probably be a lot closer if he could just get back in his own body!]
That's right. You tell 'em.
[She rubs her thumbs against his fingers, an attempt at comfort as much as it is an attempt to ground him.]
One hoof, two hooves... hoofs?? Hooves? Whatever. You only need two of 'em.
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That's right. You tell 'em.
[She rubs her thumbs against his fingers, an attempt at comfort as much as it is an attempt to ground him.]
One hoof, two hooves... hoofs?? Hooves? Whatever. You only need two of 'em.