Ren laughs—and in contrast his voice is soft, subdued, but no less imbued with emotion. It’s the faint sort of chuckle as only a lifetime with Nora can draw out. He feels that gentle paw that feels as light as his laugh—but no less warm—meets the little not-sloth’s eyes, and decides that it might not be such a bad thing to let the little guy tag along after all.

Besides, he’s waiting for somebody’s stomach to grumble in 3…2…