Cedar Sweep Throw your hands up and pretend you wanna fight me

It seems her devotion lay not only with her gods, but with Nikan as well. 

She'd found a reason to follow and her fanatical worship extended to the darkling. Her subservience seemed preferable than fear - if the gleam in his indigo gaze meant anything - which was beneficial for her anyways. She had no doubt Nikan could, would hurt her but she intended on making sure he had no reason to. 

She nodded in response to his compliment, a hint of true affection simmering in her mismatched orbs, sensing that he didn't offer them so readily. 

Once beckoned and offered a place to eat, she would take her portion of the fawn she'd been so entranced by. Following this, Pixie would fall in with the darkling's followers to examine them.