Michael
Still completely unsure, Cassie did her best to compose herself and tackle the waiting future. Turning to the fire, she pressed at it, pressuring the dancing flames down against the earth, smothering them with nothing until the embers were one, a tiny pyre. This took a bit out of the sleepy Girafarig, as fire moved and danced more than a Pokémon.

She had her many nights of wandering to thank.

Before fully extinguishing it, Cassie pulled a lantern from the dirt, one that had just been out of sight in the nightly dark, and lit it with the last of the campfire. Then she snuffed the rest of it out.

"You don't look like you want to be alone, right? I, uh, get it," She said with a smile.

"This won't make her forgive you," Pollux warned, facing down the Sylveon as Cassie turned and walked.

"I don't like being alone, either," She said.

~

This shack that she spoke of was only a couple minutes away, cradled by the trees on the way back to the Wisterwood. It was made of wood, the old and sturdy sort, that had cracked only due to the passing of time. Being a store of some kind, the first of its two rooms had a counter and a plethora of crates, long devoid of their contents.

The roof of this ceiling was half gone, and because of this moonlight skittered in, vaguely painting the decrepit room blue. A few of Cassie's effects were hung up: several completed star charts were tacked to the walls, one last remaining apple was balanced on a shelf and a few books were gathered in a corner, worn and ancient.

"It's comfortable, I think," Cassie said to Sora as she trotted in, casting her orange light into the dark.

The second room had its roof and was slightly bigger than the first room. There was plenty of space for a family or storage, whichever it was used for Cassie didn't know. *She* Turned it into a living space, for now, and had a too big bed of hay gathered at its back. After setting the lantern on a hook by the doorway, she psychically divided that hay into two, so that Sora had a space to sleep.

When it was all said and done, Cassie yawned.

"I... Need to run to the market in the morning, so I probably won't be here. I can come back and check on you if you'd like," She said, sitting on her own straw pile. "And feel free to use this house for more than just tonight! I don't think I have an actual claim over it."
Samuel
*Sora looked at the shack in a curious wonder as she walked inside along Cassie. She nodded along with the Girafarig calling it comfortable, despite not completely believing that. But it was as good as they had it. Better to agree than not, really.*

*And while the sight of the abandoned shop itself didn't inspire too much comfort, the Sylveon could feel the charm of the star charts hanging on the walls. She could really tell that Uranography meant a lot to Cassie. Maybe, it was all she had.*

*The thought of that being the case brought the Sylveon down a little. Especially, cause of how true it might've been.*

*She would then continue following Cassie into the second room, standing to the side as she watched the Girafarig separate the giant field of hay into two sections for the both of them. She thought it was funny, seeing there be so much bedding for one person at one point. It gave her a lot of room to roll around in her sleep though, didn't it?*

*Did she do that? Is that why she had so much?*

*Well, it would've been tough to do now, since there was less room for her. In a way, if that was the case, Sora felt a little bad taking part of it. Though, she felt rejuvenated after hearing Cassie say she could stay for longer. Despite saying she didn't have a claim over it, Sora saw it as Cassie's anyway.*

"That's alright, *Sora replied as she began to set herself on the other pile.* "I actually have a job to head out to tomorrow, anyway. I can come back here after I finish."
Michael
Cassie watched Sora get comfortable, her own body dancing in the straw that was suddenly less. She was big, for one, and for two she was a flopper. A skip-hopper- a menace in bed, if only for the half-hearted body slams she participated in. Maintaining company was more important, sure, but Cassie had her wants.

"You don't have to come back if you don't want," She pushed, lowering her head to the splintered, dying wooden floors.

"You're obsessed." Pollux joined her, his tiny head nestling into the straw. He made little burring noises, and his comfort seemed to translate to her comfort.

"I." Cassie squinted. "Want you too, because I hope we can be friends." She blew into the air before finishing her nightly ritual. "Eeeeeaah. Goodnight, Sora."
Samuel
*Sora couldn't help but smile as she heard Cassie's desire to be friends.* "I feel the same way. Don't worry, I'll come back." *She then rustled in the hay, turning her back away from Cassie.*

"Good night, Cassie. Pollux. Thanks for everything so far. You've really made me feel welcome here." *From there the Sylveon began to close her eyes, looking forward to a better tomorrow than she used to think possible as she slowly fell asleep.*