The Stars Are My Chandelier

Misha would smile as Chrono approached her, opening her maw happily. "Ehey! Well would you look at that? He's back.. And better than ever?" It was a question, really. She was hoping he was better, so now that they could talk. Her thoughts would jump to the limp deer in front of her, Misha dipping her head down and opening her maw to hold the kill in her maw by the neck. She would drop it at his feet, smiling up at him. "Here, this is for you," she would say politely with a bow as she took a step back. The small fae sank to her haunches as she watched Chrono.