Yeah, busy ain't the half of it. [ Nadine is probably doing too much, at least in Julie's opinion. When she's not sleeping or doing searches out in the destruction, she's either preparing more tonics or hovering over Jaskier. It's... somewhat concerning. ] She's gonna burn out if she don't stop to take a breath.

[ But Nadine is also an adult, more than a decade older than Julie, and Julie doesn't feel she has much right to try and make Nadine slow down. So Julie just sort of monitors, makes sure that she appears to be getting enough sleep, that she eats. Bare minimum things.

Julie's hound (his name is Boris), raises his head and gives a little boof of demand for attention over Petunia. This is accompanied by a light slap to her leg with his paw. Snorting, Julie returns to rubbing salve into his paw. ]

Mog's a spoiled brat. [ Which is said with no venom whatsoever, and is also coming from another spoiled brat. So Jaskier can take that with as many grains of salt he pleases. ] See, back home, we have all different kinds of dogs. These guys remind me a little of German Shepherds, which are real smart and they use 'em for all kinds of different stuff. But we would usually use the word hound for like, hunting dogs. Coon dogs and breeds like that. Dogs trained to hunt specific animals.

[ After a thoughtful pause, she adds, ] We'd call Mog a yap-yap dog. Or a purse dog, same thing.