Woodsorrel is climbing down a tree.
Sorrel: I hope you weren't waiting long!

She hops onto Clover's arm and starts squeezing her shoulder.
Clover: It's really okay, Sorrel. I didn't get far.
Sorrel: Still, how can I make it up to you?
Sorrel: A massage?
Sorrel: I can give you a massage!
Clover: That's very sweet, but you needn't worry so much.

Woodsorrel massages Clover's shoulder.
Sorrel: Of COURSE I do! I'm your familiar!

Clover tries to break it to her gently.
Clover: I'm a druid, Sorrel. We don't HAVE familiars.