Ammy moved closer and reached out a paw against him, patting gently before moving just enough to brush his legs. Affectionate, before sitting once more and giving him a doggy-grin. Tail wags, and more words in the air.

If your true form is that sword, then I can take care of you. An affirmative woof, and her head tilted. Little Crescent Moon, you are from my home, even if it is not my home. You are far from alone.