Amora had to keep herself from lunging at the demonic guest as he laughed at the shock on her face. She glanced down at her master when she heard the rustling of paper. Subtly, she snatched up the note and turned tail towards the kitchen.<br/><br/>When the door closed and she was out of earshot, she let out a snarl and tore at her hair furiously. How was he supposed to make her be nice if he was going to act like THAT? She remembered the piece of paper and opened the crumpled parchment in her fist. 'I'm sorry.' She stared down at it, still appearing unconvinced, when she felt someone leaning on her. She jolted, making Marali's arms drop and she nearly fell forward. Amora whipped around, anger still on her face, but when she noticed Marali there, she relaxed. "It's...nothing' she muttered, crumpling the piece of paper again.<br/><br/>Without warning, she went to wander the halls. Walking relaxed her, though whatever her master wrote on the note confused her. Didn't he know she couldn't read?