During the day. At night I can keep an eye on her. Bethany has one of her litter mates out there and it hasn't died yet.

[ A glowing report. He won't say that he'll carry her in his shirt front if necessary and let her sleep on his chest, because he is still standing by the principle that dogs belong outside and on the floor no matter how much he loves them, but he totally will, if it gets Zevran a little more sleep and cuts out the need to take her outside every few hours.

Lucci is very still. Alistair frees a hand to touch his nose tip—an insatiable hey pay attention to me impulse—but, receiving no response, doesn't bother him further. ]