she keeps her steps light, close-together, so as not to spook the creature at her side, nor accidentally stumble over him. ❛ i counsel newly-dead souls, ❜ her answer feels concrete enough, but nothing is so simply explained in her realm of work. ❛ mostly souls of the young, but also of reapers, demons, guardians, angels … the like. i aid in their adjustment to the afterlife. ❜
HE’S very silent for a time, looking down at the guardian, & if he had a mouth ( or at least a visible one ), he might smile politely & softly. ❛ i can imagine it can be a difficult task. not everyone likes to come willingly. ❜ he muses, raising a hand to paw at his face a moment, brushing something away that wasn’t there. phantom - sensations from old humanity, perhaps ? ❛ … what are you … called ? ❜ he asks slowly as hands return to his side.
