Sawtooth Spire zusammenhalt

Quell bobbed her head at his inquiry. He seemed to ponder it seriously for a moment, earning a small from the youth, before telling her he didn't think he did. He explained that he wasn't very inviting, a remark which made her cock her head. Sure, he wasn't particularly outspoken, nor did he seem to smile much, yet Q found him perfectly amenable.

"It's probably because you're a vampire," she quipped, her joke cut in half by a yawn. She lifted a paw to her mouth to block it, saying, "Sorry, I think I wore myself out with the—hey, where'd the fish go?" Quell sat up a little straighter, looking around as if it might have flopped up here to join them. Maybe Mahler had eaten it before coming up here? She hoped so, otherwise she'd frozen her ass off for naught.