They follow, footstep after footstep, keeping distance just in case – not wanting anything else to go wrong (or even worse, have another lost soul ask for help in the most awkward, somewhat terrifying way). But it seems they’re safe for now, especially as the ghost begins to run, embracing the others with glee and happiness, so at odds from the teary, grief stricken mother they’d just seen not that long ago.
She sighs lightly, reaching up to rub at her head, at the horn that sprouts there as she looks back at Deimos a little sheepishly. “Never thought that could actually happen.” She says a hint wearily, exhaustion burning on the edges of her posture now. “And now I’m starving. Want to get dinner with me?” She asks, perking up with the prospect, returning to her father figure’s side to slip her arm into his.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
