Whether or not Meguri had actually agreed to follow her, Nesea set off down the hall in hopes of giving her new vulpine friend very little choice in the matter. It wasn't to be mean- Nesea was not a mean woman- but it was to rob the girl of a choice that would have hurt herself in the long run. The lamia knew very well that while the shelter was a safe place that someone could have very quickly taken notice of the Kitsune ( given their relative rarity) and if that notice happened to be from the wrong person well, sometimes shelter residents could go missing if they got involved in the wrong crowd. The thought made her look over her shoulder at the young woman trailing behind her. Her serpentine blues lingered as she puzzled out her thoughts and to keep appearances the pale skinned naga flashed her pearly whites at the fox-tailed girl before turning back around. She could definitely attract the wrong attention, even if it wasn't seemingly sinister up front. Nesea would have to keep an eye on the young girl, especially with the news of Cheshire cats thrown into the mix. The last thing the shelter needed was a scandal involving the (un)lucky critters.<br/><br/>Her body swayed from side to side as she slithered down the hall, her human upper half miming the movements of her scaly lower. Thanks to her immense length the serpentine woman managed to reach the large double doors well before her companion.... if the kitsune hadn't ran ahead of her upon seeing one of the trio of brothers cheekily raise his tail and walk inside. Thankfully, the young woman seemed so taken aback by the cozy grandeur of the sleeping hall that Nesea was able to catch up and once again play the role of escort. She spent a few moments time admiring as well before she looked down at the blonde haired woman and smiled. “It's beautiful in its own way. I would rather have no other home, in truth.” There was something to be said about the comfort of gathering with so many others like yourself. It may have been crowded and noisy at times but in such a community the numbers meant protection and most of all, closeness. Nesea knew every name and face and that familiarity seemed to pay off when a different sort of kitten she knew very well approached them with a very fat ( and content) looking<br/>Cheshire in her arms.<br/><br/><br/>The cry of her name brought the lamia's attention downward, the woman coiling up and bending  downward until she was close to eye level with the little girl. She smiled at the neko girl, reaching up to pat her gently on the head between the ears before pulling her young friend into a cozy hug. One hand pressed the girl's head against the pillowy mound of her bust  for a few moments before she pulled away and smiled even more widely as the girl communicated just what she had found.<br/><br/>“Well, it must be your lucky day, Debbie. That's a /very/ special kitty cat.”<br/><br/>The lamia reached up to scritch the fat, ginger colored Cheshire behind his ears, her long nails teasing at his scalp.<br/><br/>“In fact, this special kitty belongs to my friend here.” She gestured behind herself to Meguri. “And she's very sad about losing him. Can she have him back?”<br/><br/>Of course, Nesea wasn't about to ask her friend to surrender her new treasure without giving back something in return.<br/><br/>“I have some sweets tucked away I can give you. All you've gotta do is wait for me next to my sleeping area.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>