Natali looked at Cliff. Frowning and looks at him. "I'm sorry to hear that. I lost my parents a long time ago. I had to raise myself as best I can. It happened after my parents went to find Anty. They never came back. A letter was sent telling me they were dead seven months later." She says softly. Feeling sad that Anthony was injured and still healing. Frowning a bit. Allowing him to remove the clothing. She just lays back like told. "If you mean the prince yes but I only agree because Anthony said he would protect me." She says softly. "I don't have the energy or strength to even hurt a fly." She explains.<br/><br/>"Plus...he said he would protect like Anty said it. Anty had a way of saying words that no one else could ever copy. Not the words themselves but the tone he said them in. I just know even if he doesn't remember it...he is Anty. I got my hopes up but then he dashed them but he says he had that pendant his entire life. So I just know deep down he is Anty." she explains. Looking at him.  Nodding her head. "I was born with a weak heart yet a strong will to live. I have over thirteen tails. Having thirteen tails is extremely rare for fox demons. Over thirteen tails hasn't happened ever...until me."<br/><br/>She looks at him. "Anty was never tall. I remember. A lot of things I didn't remember I am remembering. Anyways...anty would protect me from people that were bigger. People would pull on my tail or tails. He would keep me safe from them. One year a bully stole my bear he gave me. The bully was bigger than anty. Anty was short for his age. He didn't ever like people tall call him short. He was around four or so years older than me in age appearance. The bully lost in a fight. Anty was small but he was strong. Heaven forbid you dared to call him short. He was like a soldier ant. Small but deadly. Then one year a demon pushed me into traffic. Anty saved me and then pummeled the bully. Idiot called him short and ended up getting himself knocked out. Anty never liked people making fun of him being short. He let me call him anty though. I can't remember his real name. Just that he never took the pendant he is wearing off. It was a family heirloom. He told me why but I can't remember. I was two going on three in human years when the tragedy took him from me." She says sadly.<br/><br/>"His favorite color was royal blue. I drew him a picture with crayons one day that was made of nothing but royal blue color." She thinks. "He always liked squirrels. We raised a baby squirrel one time. Named it poof." She says. "I remember these things because though I was little they were the most fun I would have was when Anty was near."