The Naming of the Weasel

It had been a busy month, and Arkadius had been spending less and less time travelling away from Port Ffirst. He'd also become a lot more careful in his paths through the skies of the city after the shoulder-pain incident very nearly ended his life far too early. He shuddered to himself for a moment, remembering that evening. He'd taken painstaking efforts to ensure that he didn't let his mind drift whilst working again. He was sure that his past memories had caused the pain, and that in no way was it real. He'd stayed resolute that he would think very much about the future, and only think of the past when it was actually relevant to the situation. And for now, he had decided it wasn't.
 
He was stood next to his desk in the rear area of the newly refurbished Ffirst Airmail, tapping it lightly for a few moments before resuming his pacing back and forth. He was muttering to himself for most of it, but every so often he would speak up so his voice was fully audible to the room, stopping his pacing and turning to his desk. "But Seta... How are we feeling about Seta? ...It means silk. ...I thought it would be appropriate because... alright, forget it, jeez!"
 
He resumed pacing, muttering to himself again. This continued for a few minutes, before he turned abruptly to the desk again. "Yes, I understand that Whiskers, I do... Whiskers? Yeah, you're right. Makes you sound like a cat... I mean, you could be a cat?", he said, before giggling to himself for a moment, "Yes, good point. A cat probably wouldn't fit in a pocket. Continue." The pacing resumed for another minute, before he stopped, rubbing his chin with one of his six fingers. "How about Sparkle? Cause, you know... you can help me... Yeah, I can't keep a straight face either."
 
This continued for a good hour or so, back and forth of different names between him and the air before he sat back at his desk. The weasel sat there took the opportunity of Arkadius' arm resting on the desk for a split second to jump up and find her place on his shoulder. "Well, at least you're comfortable with me now. The first day when you were there, you couldn't get comfortable at all. We're moving on with the times it seems, he said smiling at the weasel, now sat comfortably on his shoulder. "I still think I'd prefer you settling in my inner coat pocket though. You'll be safer there. Yes, yes, only when we're out and about, I remember the deal we made."
 
He sighed loudly. "Yes, I know I am distracting myself from making a decision. I know! You don't need to keep REMINDING ME!" His fist slammed down onto the desk as he said the word "me", and the weasel hopped down his arm and onto the desk next to it, placing a single hand onto Arkadius' fist. This seemed to have a significant effect, visibly calming him down.
"...I had a friend called Ida, when I was growing up. I always liked that name. You kinda remind me of her a bit, oddly..."
[div]The weasel looked up at him when he said this. "...That works with you? Ida?" he asked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully again with his spare hand, "...Okay, Ida. That works with me too. I'm glad at least one of us can make a decision that easily," he let his other hand drop to the desk, next to his other hand and Ida.
 
"I really don't want to leave my friends go alone. I don't want them risking their lives while I just stay here, not risking mine. It just feels so... wrong. But then, it's such a dangerous endeavour. What if something happens to them, and I could have prevented it? We could have prevented it? I couldn't forgive myself if something were to happen. But then if I were to go and risk myself too... Well, I might not be in a position to regret anything myself, cause I might be dead. Yes, we, sorry. We might be dead."
 
Ida again placed a hand on Arkadius', and he smiled. "I think I should stop being a coward, and... what is it they say, man up? You're right. I can do it. YES, WE, I KNOW, SORRY. This is a lot to get used to, okay?"
 
Out of Character Note: This post was to introduce Arkadius' familiar, Ida the weasel, as gained from his Warlock patron Pact of the Tome/Book of Ancient Secrets 'Find Familiar' ritual spell.