Abigail looked up to him and smiled softly before looking to her dog, she had given him a choice. It hurt to even try but he deserved a choice with the shirts, even if it did piss her off when Priscilla stared. Mejo was her's and her's alone, she didn't want anyone to touch. Honestly she was shocked he would get a shirt from here, she blinked and looked up at him. Horgin though knew exactly how to fix the wing situation. A charm, a simple little charm that would easily hide the wings if it was on. If taken off the wings would show up. He smiled and looked to Mejo, "I can make a charm that can help with your wings, it will take till tomorrow night though." Abby stood and looked to Mejo, "See he does do nearly everything." The girl then bent down and picked up her dog with a smile.<br/><br/>:+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+:<br/><br/>The Werecat indeed was sore which was why he was so clingy, his fatigue even shown through a shudder as he let out a whimpered mew. Silva was glad Heji was letting him cling to him, other than that he could hardly stand properly. The touch on his rear made him jerk startled and blink, not really used to anyone washing him other than himself. He shook his head a little and blinked, "All yours? Is what we did how you claim all of your slaves? Or am I just special?" he said with a risen brow. He was curious on why he had been chosen for a sex slave like that, but in all honestly it was better than being worked to death any day.