Kital popped back out of the tome with a confident smirk on her fishy face, tensed up and ready to keep fighting. Her eyes quickly scanned the battlefield, looking for a target... and she slowly deflated as she realised that there wasn't one. The mandrake had finished things off quite handily in her brief absence. The matsuba let out a disappointed sigh, and accepted Jarvan's compliments (and tickling) with a small wriggle of her body. Her eyes briefly met Morsel's for a moment, and the matsuba nodded to let her friend know all was well.<br/><br/>And then they were off again, marching their way into the Alps...<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>"<i>Who's boring?</i>" Kital called out her objection almost immediately upon hearing her master's words, her voice taking on an offended tone. She'd slowly drifted away from Jarvan and Morsel again as they traveled; never getting out of sight or leaving the group, but travelling ahead just a little to get a closer look at an interesting tree, a passing Lilim, or sometimes just one of their companions. Now, however, she was slowly floating back towards them so that she could better hear their new hanger-on. "<i>He doesn't speak for me, you know! </i>I'm<i> actually quite interesting!"</i><br/><br/>The matsuba wasn't (just) being contrary and smug for the sake of it. She hadn't missed Jarvan's tense, whispered command, or Morsel's state of alertness. However, she also knew first-hand exactly how much mischief a bored Lilim could get up to. So long as they were busy talking, she figured, the Imp wouldn't be busy causing them trouble.<br/><br/>"<i>I'm Kital</i>," She introduced herself. She was still swimming forward with the rest of the group - swimming backwards wasn't exactly easy, even through air - so she needed to twist her head to look back at the Imp. "<i>You're an Imp, right? I've never met one of your kind before."</i>