It was so hard, to wait, to be still and unsure, though she knew that if she retreated to her own side he would be disappointed, and so, she waited. Hazel eyes flicked to and fro, from him to Little One and back again, aside from that motion she had remained utterly still. That was until she suddenly found herself back in the focus of both Master and Little One. Wide eyed, her tongue darted over her lips, unsure, and then a soft invitation.<br/><br/>She blinked rapidly as she half rose on her palms, tilting her head.<strong>”Play with Little One...and her...her things?”</strong>Another dart of her tongue before she caught her lower lip between her teeth and nodded slowly.<strong>”Kitten likes to play... please may I?”</strong>A hesitant question as she continued to uncurl and rise back to her hands and knees, chin lifted in an attempt to see just what the Little One held in her hands.