<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7f/3b/bd/7f3bbdd6def0733ed91a929a4a1ada8c.jpg)</div><strong>Mishka</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yS9TTTwf-B_rLBCjIT9qZT64Z-1botUEjcUD5H0WHW8/edit)<br/><br/>She had nodded to description of the events, told by her comrades, but beyond that she had been wrung dry emotionally and slipped away to sleep. If Fray hadn't secured her quarters a large fluffy frame had been sprawled out in her bed when she returned there.<br/><br/>For the better part of a day she slept, cuddled if the opportunity presented itself and then slept some more before dragging her sorry rump for a shower and then to the kitchen. Drawing out a chair to stand on so she could prepare something to eat.<br/><br/>