The last few steps are not steps at all, but strides, and then she's kneeling in the dirt on the edge of the grave peering inside. From Nyx's perspective, it's a nimbus cloud of pale hair and big red eyes that gaze at her and the cat in a mix of shock and amazement - outside of demonic pull and influence for the moment, and if not for the cat, she might have been tempted to see if Nyx was capable of enduring the weight of a whatever-she-is-now being dropped onto her from the top of the grave.
The cat, peacekeeper that he is, does not know what fate he has helped avert.
"When did you get here?"
She hadn't been on the documentation. Fever's nosy enough to check who might have newly arrived at least every other day, so sue her. There are those who she still holds out hope for, after all.
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The last few steps are not steps at all, but strides, and then she's kneeling in the dirt on the edge of the grave peering inside. From Nyx's perspective, it's a nimbus cloud of pale hair and big red eyes that gaze at her and the cat in a mix of shock and amazement - outside of demonic pull and influence for the moment, and if not for the cat, she might have been tempted to see if Nyx was capable of enduring the weight of a whatever-she-is-now being dropped onto her from the top of the grave.
The cat, peacekeeper that he is, does not know what fate he has helped avert.
"When did you get here?"
She hadn't been on the documentation. Fever's nosy enough to check who might have newly arrived at least every other day, so sue her. There are those who she still holds out hope for, after all.