"Loyalist, how does that sound?"
Upon hearing this name, Herbert felt a stir in his heart, an inexplicable sensation.
Wait a minute, why do I feel like this conversation is taking a weird turn...
"Not loyalty to any god, nor to me as your matron, just loyalty to one person."
Svanni gazed deeply at the somewhat speculative Herbert, revealing a guess he was uncertain about.
"Yes, loyalty to you."
Herbert: Whoa!!?
He blinked, raising a finger to point at himself.
Eh.
Me, me?
Svanni nodded earnestly, continuing her pursuit, "If you prefer, we could change the name to 'Loyal Dog,' that's fine too."
She clasped Herbert's left hand with both of hers, sincerely saying, "Please let me, let my future clan descendants, all become your most loyal dogs."
Herbert didn't quite catch the latter part of her request, but from Svanni's eyes, he could see two big words.
Loyal! Loyal!
"This... cough, cough."
