[Robert lays his fingers very, very gently against the muzzle of the unicorn, just between the wide, sculpted nostrils. The unicorn snorts a little at the touch, an icy mist spiralling from nostrils that don't actually lead to any kind of respiratory system.]
... Dear gods, Helios. Were I not to know any better, I would... think this an actual organism.
[It's cold, but not melting, against his fingertips. Like holding the headmaster's hand.]
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[Robert lays his fingers very, very gently against the muzzle of the unicorn, just between the wide, sculpted nostrils. The unicorn snorts a little at the touch, an icy mist spiralling from nostrils that don't actually lead to any kind of respiratory system.]
... Dear gods, Helios. Were I not to know any better, I would... think this an actual organism.
[It's cold, but not melting, against his fingertips. Like holding the headmaster's hand.]