Misha would widen her blue grey eyes at Chrono when he would offer her some of his meal, the words tumbling out of her mouth. "Oh, no thank you, Chrono. This is your meal, you caught it yourself- which makes it fair for you to only have some," she would smile softly at his offering, though, because it was a kind thing for him to do. It was her fault earlier for being clumsy and un careful to snap the twig under her light paw and chase her prey away.. She always messed up at one thing, or another.. She was rarely good at anything. A soft sigh would escape the woman's ebony lips, claws, muscles, and slender body extending with a lazy stretch, her thoughts of not being good at much still flooding her mind.
