Of course, she gave up when I asked if she wants to follow me to the toilet.
The frequency of body contact also increased to an absurd degree.
She clings to me like just now, of course, but she also held my hands, linked arms, and when I was doing revolver maintenance in the boys' room, she clung to my head from behind.
At those times she was sniffing me, of course.
Snow likes my scent too much―I only heard this from the girls in the girls' room, but she got her hands on one of my worn out shirts that can't be used anymore, and seems to have been smelling it to sleep ever since.
She complained that I was being noisy with the "ticklish" thing and wanted to do it no matter what.