Morbidkit had, obviously, not been permitted at the raid. She had been all but ordered to stay home, deemed too young to defend herself, and too small to do much else. The child had done as asked, for once, and had remained put at the residence of the Coalition, waiting for the rest of the Condemned to return. Now, the kitten had quite certainly anticipated her own attendance within such a happening, and had been sorely disappointed with the lack of allowance provided. She was confident that she would have been able to find some way to help out, even if it was as minimal as just running messages or some such task that required a small, fast-moving frame.

Alas, the child had been handed a most prudent disappointment, an order to remain in the safety of Condemned lands. The raid was long-since over, and most had returned. However, Morbi had noted the distinct absence of Brutei. Seeing as how he was one of the few creatures who continuously interacted with her, his absence was striking. It was for this reason that, as she wandered about the territory somewhat aimlessly, the child approached the male carefully. Her silver eyes lit up as she offered a broad smile. Her bandages had been removed, leaving a long, thick scar from her cheek to temple that seemed to make her smile stretch grotesquely. "Brutei! You're home."