Ren no. Nora vaults a small bush, the kind that mighty Valkyries like her do not need to cut out of their way, but still doesn’t miss a step as her shoes touch ground again and she looks ahead at her friend with a surprised expression blossoming rapidly into an even more vibrant one of delight.

She was just enjoying the fuzzy bit of company, the sheer delight of an actual sloth, but now Ren has gone and implied—

“You mean I can keep it??”