It was a big deal that she'd chosen to share this with him. He needed to get outside his own head and acknowledge that. Maybe best to think of it as her having been bereaved (she had) and sharing about that. Take himself out of it.

Because it wasn't him. Even if the nose of a small dog said otherwise.

He hadn't figured it out, but he knew enough to close his other hand around hers and hold them close. For a long moment he just looked into the fire.

"On Lothal," he said at last. "I knew better than to name any of the loth-cats. But of course, my favorite one, I started to think of as 'Ziggy'."