Shadow sat in silence, nibbling down on his lower lip. Seeing her face, seeing everything about her, it all brought back so many memories, especially being around a kid so much like her. He had to wonder, what if Jericho could speak? Would his voice be as smooth and melodic as hers? As comforting? He would have liked that.

Well, he wasn't going to let the tense air permeate the area for much longer. He shook his head and handed him his pencil and sketchbook again, drawing intact.

"Here. Thank you."

His tail was wagging a little. He wasn't sure if that was involuntarily out of happiness or out of discomfort, but he gathered that it might have been the former. Maybe. Perhaps.