Noctisardor Bypass You don't want a couple of cashews hugging in your skull

A familiar black blot was heading her way. One of several now in the ranks. She moved onto the shore to meet him. And yes, her expression was fairly readable, Mm. I'm tired of things not cooperating. She hoped it wouldn't continue this way for longer. She would just have to learn to deal with it -- to fix it. Something. Her muzzle crinkled a moment, but that passed as she changed the subject, directing it back to Corvus. But first, how are you settling in? Enjoying having less questions than you did while on your own? Or at least she certainly hoped that some of the questions were solved -- like trying to find a reliable meal, or knowing that nobody was going to try to hunt you in your sleep. She felt like finally he'd gone and made the wise decision, so she intended to keep him pleased to be in her service if she could.