Emerald tossed the little fox into his arms and shrugged nonchalantly. "Just call me little fox."
Griffin felt a strange unease as he watched Emerald, but the next day, she was back to her usual self, so he didn't dwell on it.
Now, the woman moving around the room bore a striking resemblance to the child she once was.
"You..." Griffin hesitated, unsure of what to say.
Emerald took the initiative, gulping down some water with a look of mild disgust. "Is this really all you have? Are you sure this can quench thirst?"
"Then what do you want?" he asked, slightly confused.
"It's dark now, why are you still here?" she replied, her tone almost casual.
Griffin blinked in confusion. "Where should I be if not at home after dark?"
"In a bar, of course," she said, glancing at his disheveled clothes. "No, first, find me something to wear."
"Something to wear?" Griffin frowned.
