Oh, but the desert was beautiful. Sad and desolite, but full of wonder and history, secrets and the possibility of a friend. They very gently touched the Skitty, as if she might tear under their fingertips.

"You're so soft..." they murmured, turning to Anders with a smile. "Yes! I always welcome companions! You may call me...hm." They didn't actually know what 'human names' were like, or might to be like. "I only know Rythulian names and gylphs."