ORIGIN

He pulled back just a little, surprised, at the touch--but it was already turning away, and he stared after it in some confused consternation.

Very briefly, he debated berating it--it was completely inappropriate, really--but he felt that it knew that. Walking up and rubbing on a Master was unacceptable. This led to the immediate realization that it must be some sort of-... cat, thing: a feline instinct of some sort. He was pretty sure he'd seen it before, in fact--hadn't Palefur outright clambered onto his shoulder when he'd tried to carry her somewhere? He didn't think it had been affection, then, or-... whatever this was--and now, by the time he'd gotten this far in the thought process, Garnet was nearly gone.

"Don't make that a habit," he called after it, though it was blunt fact with no real reproach in i--"Overseer. And remember: my advice is just that. Suggestion. This is your responsibility now: tend it, manage it, as you see fit. And report to me when you are ready." The rest, he had noted, or nodded along with with grunts of acknowledgment: yes, he vaguely understood its reasoning, and yes, he would send potential recruits its way.

This done, and Garnet-Delta departing, he stood up to do the same.

This meeting had been surprisingly fruitful.