The Lifestock keeper's would bow in apology in a rather quick manner, taking Grezra's old cell and leaving the cursed thing with her. Grezra however stayed. Looking back to his cell. He wasn't sure why, but seeing it leave made him... Not feel alright. Maybe it was his rocks? Maybe it was the feeling if getting used to new things? He's not sure. It made him... Sad? Why is he sad over getting a new life? Because it makes him sad that he won't be able to talk to other Lifestock anymore. But, at least he gets to talk to someone new however. She came forth towards him, her softness against his hands, and her embrace very... Real. It was odd, Grezra felt something wet exit his eyes. It was tears. Tears that he never had before. It confused him, he wasn't sure how to handle it, so he tried to wipe them away while in her embrace. "Grrrreeezzzraaa... Nnoooottt... Fffeeeelll... Goooooddd..." He replies to his own tears, looking up to the Wyrm with eyes that were confused. Not because of her words, but because of his lack of knowledge on what he was feeling right now. His sniffled noises sounded gross and distorted, before sobbing as he held onto her. He was irritated, what was this feeling called? It made him cry even more... Yet he also found that person that he lacked, which was the soft, caring person that he only thought of as myth to him. A body of pillows and a heart of gold.