[Tail wagging over the floor, she rumbles out in high-pitched frequency her interest over this, and the potential to meet the little baby. Perhaps one day she'll find opportunity to type to Atsushi about her own tiger son, who—
She stills, somewhat. Not entirely, but she's plainly solemn in contrast to her usual self. Gekigami was still strung up in a constellation she hadn't found yet, and most likely, Storm considered, he's lost to her forever now. They had all turned into stars, after all, patterns of them. She isn't so certain the Natha can save whole chunks of space, of beings that have yet to form physical shape like her, and were, the closest to that, only gas and light.]
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She stills, somewhat. Not entirely, but she's plainly solemn in contrast to her usual self. Gekigami was still strung up in a constellation she hadn't found yet, and most likely, Storm considered, he's lost to her forever now. They had all turned into stars, after all, patterns of them. She isn't so certain the Natha can save whole chunks of space, of beings that have yet to form physical shape like her, and were, the closest to that, only gas and light.]