Valentine tilted his head at Mystera's question, before smiling at her.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"It does, and it'll get another one eventually. But fixing the scratch adds a bit of myself to it, ya know? Knowing that it'll last even longer because I repaired it? It makes me feel, I don't know, proud."<br/>
"Oh hey, a cat! Hi, kitty!"</span>Valentine reached out to pet the cat, but it dipped its head out of his reach.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"I had a pet bird when I was younger, a sparrow. I think it fell out of the nest, so I took care of it. It disappeared one day while I was at school and it never came back. Probably flew off and found a nice tree to live in."</span><br/>Valentine swung his feet as he told Mystera and Dayyan the tale, watching out the window.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"Did you ever have a pet, Mr. Dayyan?"</span>Valentine asked, turning his head to look at the other adult in the wagon.