misery loves company [othello]

Othello would easily take note at the ravenous nature of the Adravendi born girl. Her ears would fall to her head, it wasn't entirely Soliloquy's fault. He just didn't realize how much hungrier she was now. She hadn't said anything to him to keep from having to put more stress on his now flighty mind. "No, he's fine.. really." She'd offer, believing it herself but offering a weak presentation.

She would shrug off the meal as an easy feat, but Isolde would be thankful all the same. The subject would swiftly change, indeed the setting was getting rather chilly. She would urge the spotted girl to accompany her, to a nice den not so far away. Shyly she would follow, obviously quite clueless about this whole pregnancy thing. Orchid seemed knowledgeable about it, but so did Othello. More so though, Othello felt warm. Nothing like the way Soliloquy made her feel, or Orchid, or even Pandora.

Her steps would be almost eager as she reached the den, her gaze would try to find the pale woman's amethyst eyes. "Are you going to stay with me a while?" A mixture of curiosity and hope would fill her voice as she tilted her marked features inquisitively at the other woman.