Oct 13, 2024
Amelie paces near Outis' door, nearly knocking on it,but decides to turn away, feeling anxious about it.
They feel the anxiety rise to near panic attack levels, so it sneaks into Mich's corridors instead, hoping the familiar spiralliness brings some comfort.
It doesn't go too far, sitting down on the floor near the entrance and curling in on itself, waiting for the wave of anxiety to pass.
After a few moments, a small mouse cat toy is thrown at Amelie, gently hitting them in the head.
"Get moused, fool!"
Mich's joyous voice rings out as tyr appears. He stops upon noticing Amelie's curled form, sliding over and gently poking their nose.
"Aaamelsles, you doing okay sib?"
Sher sounds faintly concerned, though not panicked.
