The clock looked to the side once more as they listened to Axe speak, but this time with a look of bashfulness. They had to agree with everything that Axe claimed doing due to their presence because all of them were indeed done. They had to agree that Axe cared. For the time that they had been alive, Nit could only recall about three other humans that treated them with respect, but not by name or even looks. But this one, this girl was quite the special one. Though she was forced to treat Nit with respect, as they were the highest power in all the district and stuff. It was not like she actually...<br/><br/>But then there was the hug.<br/><br/>Nit stayed stiff, eye wide open and looking up at Axe, much unlike how they behaved with Scarlet when he dared to touch their shoulders. This felt different in a way they could not explain. They stayed quiet, still, and wary, not really used to this sort of affection from a human... or anyone, really. At least ever since their father passed just two weeks shy of their fifteenth birthday, which was the reason they were at the throne at such a young age to begin with. Nit watched Axe back off from them, their pupil about as big as the tip of their index finger, before taking back the pocket square they had lent her, folding it with a simple three-stair method and putting it back in their blazer pocket.<br/><br/>Even after all of this, there was still a slight bit of exacerbation in Nit, but it was too minimal to be considered an issue. For now, they seemed pretty neutral at the moment, mitigated if anything else, and they shoved their hands in their pockets with that same neutrality encompassing them.