Lela, bouncing up and down in the midst of happiness thanks to one of her favourite Persons being back, doesn't immediately notice her Person's approach, the heavy noise of mag boots on cobblestone nearing York where he's still prone. Dax waddled slower, eyeing the way his Person's hands closed into fists, relaxing with effort.

People don't mean for a lot of things to happen. That didn't change the fact that actions spoke louder than words - intentionally, or accidentally, as they had here.

"York." It's not the frostiest greeting that she'd ever given him, but it didn't match Lela's delight in the slighest.