He'd almost forgotten he was holding Dev, so caught up had his mind been with other things. At the mention of the doll, he curls it a little closer. The little cat doll has always represented something warm and comfortable, a time when he was loved, and he's protective of it, especially in the last year. Even if he'd left it in his house instead of keeping it with him for comfort, he'd felt better knowing it was there and safe, and that no one was likely to take it. He could take it with him, to keep it safe, but.

But.

But maybe he might drop Dev because his arms will be full. Or maybe someone might take him from him. And he'd be safe here, wouldn't he? Garth'zel wouldn't do anything to him, and... and he promised he wouldn't leave. Not without Ezra.

A long few seconds of hesitation pass before Ezra nods and holds his doll out to Garth'zel. "You gotta be nice to him, okay? He doesn't like it if you throw him or... or get him wet."

...the topic of washing Ezra's toy should probably be a topic for another day.