[There's no sniff, but the salamander does stretch himself out from Elsa's hands rather adorably to examine the offered finger, head tilting to one side before looking up and giving Elle a curious squeak.]

Not exactly. He's... a friend, not a pet. At least, I think we're friends? [Hard to tell, just from what she saw...] In those dreams we had... I just met him a little before my newest ones.