Livetha jumped up on Beosta's shoulders and scolded her with her chitters.
"Hush," Beosta told her. "The scud is your problem with him, anyway? Stop making me do stuff."
[I like him,] Livetha thought at her. [He's a good human. He saved you.]
"Yeah, I know that. Why don't you just give him your own Narrated cloaks, then?"
Livetha was quiet for a second. Then she drew herself up imperiously. [Don't want lonely Beosta. Beosta needs... friend.]
"I'm fine on my own, you stupid stoat!"
She did have to admit it was nice to have someone to talk to. And hug. Even if it was her fault he was sad.
Livetha caught this thought and snickered at her.