Whitefish River Very scary doll

A shy smile tugged at the corners of Genie's lips, her eyes slowly folding into little crescent moons — it was, perhaps, the first real smile she'd shown since she'd met Chusi. She bit her bottom lip and looked away for a moment, not because she wanted to look away, or really, anything of the sort, but rather it was a silent attempt to compose herself. She glanced up a moment later, quiet and appreciative. "I'm glad things turned out good for you," she said, sincerity in her voice. Honestly, Genie wish she could say the same for herself, and being a creature who was controlled by emotions, rather than the other way around, her feelings showed on her face. There was a gleam of sadness in her gaze, followed by anger, followed by a resigned look.

It would take time to get over it, Genie knew, but she just wished she knew how long. And a stupid, stupid part of her wished that the stupid girl would just come after her and find her already, but she knew it wasn't so easy, and even if Harley decided to venture out of Frostbite to find her, the chances of them actually meeting again was next to one. She needed to give up, and she knew it, but somehow, she couldn't find it in her heart to do so.

"Are you sure?" her gaze flickered to Chusi hesitantly. "It's really fine. I can always hunt," she reassured the girl, not wanting to seem like someone who stole someone else's hard earned food. Genie could always get food herself, she honestly didn't mind.