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[his_sarah_jane]

It's only been a week into the marriage, and with a few (not so brilliant) exceptions, everything has been going rather wonderfully. Flat searching has been put off for a week of simply enjoying herself about London, and enjoying her time with James

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[weeper_of_blood]

The tree is also occupied by someone else, who's made a good job of climbing it and resting boredly on a branch, equally feeling the need to avoid the increase of animals.

Sarah's being watched, and the only thing that's going to give it away is a scrabble of claws against bark as he scales down to a lower level.

[his_sarah_jane]

It's the scrabble of claws that gets Sarah's attention. Her hand immediately goes to her stomach -- trying to be protective in whatever way possible.

"Hello?"

[weeper_of_blood]

He's not quite skilled enough to be climbing quietly yet, but is never the less disappointed about being heard, which just causes him to linger on his newly chosen branch for a moment longer.

No harm in showing himself though, so soon after there's a weasel climbing halfway down the tree before stopping and staring again, apparently able to stay clinging to the vertical surface without much issue.

[his_sarah_jane]

It's actually sort of cute. Sarah smiles at the weasel, holding out a hand in greeting.

"Hello there."