"It is not wrong." There were far worse things to be than a little strange. (Like being a bird.)

Honestly, the elf was growing on Shale, and not only because of the wash and the company. She seemed a little odd, yes, but considering the people the golem usually hung around with, that was pretty much a requirement. No, it was more the fact that they were talking about nothing.

It was making the stillness seem a little less still, no matter how useless the topic was.

"It has made me very shiny." Shale finally adds as Merrill reaches the thick legs and feet. "Thank you."