The lammits were actually quite cute, Nahm decided, holding up the fluffy little thing he'd caught as he walked back to his room. Now that he'd scratched the charm off of his arm, it was a friendly little creature, snuggling into the crook of his crook of his arm and occasionally bleating contentedly when he scratched its back. "I think I'll keep you," he cooed at it.
It squeaked.
