Poor Ziggy. Rondo can tell he's not in the best mental place to absorb any conversation at all, but refusing to try explaining isn't going to make him feel any better, so he feels compelled to at least try. He accepts the implicit offer to snuggle up to him, grateful for the trust and hoping body-contact will help.

"He seemed kind. I have no idea what the devil means. Is it because humans are scared of snakes? They're sacred, on Arraka'ar. Sometimes dangerous, but winged serpents were how we used to depict the forces of creation."

He cranes his neck to kiss Ziggy's cheek a couple times, just soft, light affection. "I can keep them warm. They won't want to crawl on you much, but you won't hurt them."