Careful. Rabbit would snort at her thoughts, basically the exact reverse of his own. Funny how the two of them each thought the other more delicate and vulnerable. The robot and the unkillable witch fairy ghost woman.

But the 'bot was unusually silent for the moment, simply giving Alyss the room to slide those warm, fleshy fingers of hers over his aged body, a small huff of steam rising from his vents at that first though, a quirk at his brow. That...That did seem like she knew what she was doing to get his motor running.

Where the hell had she learned that?