Meguri generally thought of herself as a good person, most people did, she assumed. Whether she was a good person or not, point was, she wasn’t good at everything, and one of the things she wasn’t good with was people, especially small people, y’know, kids, kits and cubs. They acted without any rhyme or reason, making it very hard for Meguri to figure out how to react. She always found it hard to believe she had been a kit as carefree and innocent as other children. So really, Meguri felt more than a little helpless dealing with the kitten that held the now purring Mort.<br/><br/>Luckily Nesea seemed to have the familiarity and experience with children that the young kitsune lacked. The lamia pressed Debby into her bosom, much to that young neko’s delights who rubbed her face eagerly into the bust before her. All Meguri could do and stand by and watch, the kitsune briefly letting her eyes wander through the rest of the great hall. The ruckus near the entrance had caught the interest of a number of folks. Meguri shrunk back under their gazes; mostly they looked like they were curious what the fuss was about but some had a keen interest that made the fox woman uncomfortable.<br/><br/>“And she's very sad about losing him. Can she have him back?”<br/><br/>Meguri snapped back to attention, watching Nesea scratch Mort behind the ears, the round Cheshire sticking his tongue out and purring harder. At that moment, she saw Shade perched up on one of the wooden and paper walls separating sleeping spots. She could feel both his and Whisper’s gaze upon her, realizing what their unspoken question was, she turned to back to Nesea, biting on her lower lip while she tried to figure out both the words and trying to overcome her hesitance.<br/><br/><i>“Ah… Nesea… it’s…”</i>The kitsune rubbed her upper arm, nervous and uncertain.<i>“It’s alright… they’ll be fine, I can see that now. She can hold onto Mort for now, so, ummm, could… maybe give me a tour or something… before we go to see Mr Dent…”</i><br/><br/>Meguri smiled meekly, finding herself looking at the floor and blushing faintly, she tried to cover her awkwardness up by letting Whisper out of his cage, getting tired of carrying it around. The Cheshire cat with his purple marks batted briefly at Meguri’s fluffy tail, before letting himself be picked up and dropped on the kitsune’s shoulder.<br/><br/><i>“Do you usually lure children to your bed with sweets?” </i>The fox cheekily quipped in an attempt to lighten up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>