Not wanting to make the squirrel uncomfortable or force her into talking before she cares to, Chrrou keeps his apparent attention elsewhere, not a difficult task with the sheer number of distractions to attend to. Not all of them are unpleasant, either; settled comfortably in his saddlebag, Chrrou still reaches an appreciative paw back along to press and knead lightly at the small portion of Rihyan's gurgling midsection that he can reach. His attention to the centaur pauses abruptly at Lin's sudden show of fear, though, and Chrrou's eyes dart in nearly every direction<span style="font-style: italic">but</span>hers as his gaze sweeps the ground and air for sign of what might have unnerved her, only falling questioningly upon her when he fails to discern the source of her alarm. The question makes him blink, tilting his head, before it occurs to him why there might be any doubt.<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm a mouse. ... Oh." He gives a somewhat more understanding grin. "...Except when I'm not, I suppose. But strip away the magic, and I'm still a mouse underneath it all..."<br/><br/>After Rihyan's landing, Chrrou begins only too eager to clamber out of the saddlebag, but a glance into the bar makes him start to reconsider. Given what nearly happened last time he went scampering around in there, lurking among Rihyan's possessions begins to seem ... prudent. But, well...<br/><br/>"...Rihyan?" Chrrou pipes up, regretfully and artlessly starting to clamber his way out from the container. "I still have to get Heshaar from the stable. But I can't really go on my own... I hate making you baby-sit, but... could you come with me? It'll be quick."