The small girl held onto the blade for dear life, and the dark one sniffed the handle of the weapon.
"Hmm...." She says, and tried to keep the blade as clean as possible, but her little arms lead to it being sat in her sorta goo covered lap several times.
"Hungry...." The little creature says, before it pokes its head into the goo, followed by the rest of it, as it slithers though the goo, looking for bugs, small fish, anything bite sized really to eat.