[Carefully, she finds a spot near him to take a seat. She's not sure this will help her with the lingering feeling she has, but maybe his calmness will rub off on her. She feels tired, suddenly, and just longs to sit.
Reed curls her tail into her lap to avoid taking up extra room, exhaling slowly to control her flame and put it out. The clothes they gave her here aren't fireproof, she's pretty sure. And that way she can't accidentally hurt any butterflies.]
They're very pretty. [She doesn't have much else to say. They are. How else does one talk about butterflies?
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Reed curls her tail into her lap to avoid taking up extra room, exhaling slowly to control her flame and put it out. The clothes they gave her here aren't fireproof, she's pretty sure. And that way she can't accidentally hurt any butterflies.]
They're very pretty. [She doesn't have much else to say. They are. How else does one talk about butterflies?
She seems... content. To stay quiet, to listen.]