Well, Jude clearly knows more about what to do with dogs than Bodhi does. No worries on that account, anyway. He stands a bit uncertainly, not sure where to put his hands or if he should join them in the grass. "This is meant for much colder," he says simply, picking at the robe. "I'm good with, well, I'm better at cold anyhow." He's a little more scattered and rambling than usual. It's probably just the hour. "It never really got warm at home."

Well, he's tired of looming over the other two (admittedly, not a new experience for Aurora, but he's not accustomed to looming). Bodhi sits down clumsily in the grass with the dog between them. It looks softer than it really is. Grass is almost weirder than trees, the way it covers everything and no one else seems to think it's worth commenting on. "You?" he adds a little belatedly once he's settled in.