There's genuine comfort in her understanding. Humans don't understand and it's fucking terrible. They're so flippant about everything.

Sweeney nuzzles against her hair.

"Guess I'll just need a new one fer ya ta call me." A wicked smrik is cast down at her. "Just pick something short an' easy ta remember. 'Cause I don't hate the thought of you gettin' so riled ya gotta use it."