[Aw. Mukuro sinks down to her haunches beside the pouting bear, leaning to gently touch her nose to Trish's shoulder - she's trying to show support without being too cuddly. Trish's finicky, as her complaints reiterate, and Mukuro doesn't want to add even more things for her to Deal With currently.]
I have alcohol wipes in my bag. We can clean your hands when we're done.
[Problem, solution. It's said without any kind of judgement or chiding tone. It's just the reality of the situation - if you want to run fast as a were, you have to get used to it, but that doesn't mean Trish needs to put up with dirty paws afterwards either. They'll all adapt how they can.]
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I have alcohol wipes in my bag. We can clean your hands when we're done.
[Problem, solution. It's said without any kind of judgement or chiding tone. It's just the reality of the situation - if you want to run fast as a were, you have to get used to it, but that doesn't mean Trish needs to put up with dirty paws afterwards either. They'll all adapt how they can.]
Come on, you can do it.