For a moment, he just stands there, gazing at me with clear sadness. Until, with resignation in his eyes, he unclasps the sorcerous neck ring, setting it down on the ground. It’s only then that I allow him to push the door open. Somewhat expectedly, he throws his forelegs around my neck for a particularly tight hug. A pointless gesture, but it makes the giver feel like they’re helping, so there’s little reason to deny him.