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</div>Morsel was coiled protectively around her master, her claws resting on his left shoulder. She stared hard at each creature in turn, her head constantly moving as she searched for danger. Being around so many humans and Lilim made her uncomfortable. It was a lot to keep track of. Her gaze fell especially hard on the dark-haired contractor with a three-legged raven on his shoulder. Her claws dug into her master’s shoulder slightly, her eyes narrowing with thought.<i>Something about that one.</i><br/>Her ear flicked in the direction of Kital, but her tail twitching was her only reply. Only her master scratching under her chin pulled her gaze from the group, something like a chirp bubbling in her throat: a soft exclamation. She slithered around her master, coming to a rest on his opposite shoulder. She focused now on keeping lookout behind him, her ears twitching back slightly to show she was still listening to their conversation, though she wasn’t particularly invested in it. Not unless someone posed a threat to her master or to Kital.