Nyte tilted her head in a way that could be perceived as a slow but thankful nod, her rusted armor grating loudly in the otherwise silent forest. As the fog slowly faded and the light of the dawn had risen, Nyte's features became more visible. Flowers and thin vines twirled around her chestplate, and a small, violet flower rested daintily on her left pauldron. She looked slowly to the smaller, pale vagrant and struggled to keep her ever-present gaze focused anywhere but his ears.

[color=00aeef]"Could you do that for me, child?"[/color] She asked in an almost motherly tone despite her somewhat dissonant voice, tilting her head gently to the side in an attempt to look slightly less intimidating in her towering suit of armor.

When the child sat, Nyte unconsciously took a single, slow step backwards, looking down in curiosity. The child went into a trance-like state, and Nyte stayed eerily quiet, suddenly still and silent like a statue.

[color=00aeef]"A fortune-reader of some kind?"[/color] She whispered once he had finished the reading. [color=00aeef]"You do not need to tire yourself out for an old pile of armor like me, child... If I'm not meowstaken - urk - apawlogies, er, it's..."[/color]

She cleared her throat and her helm swiveled to look away sheepishly. [color=00aeef]"Force of habit... Northwest is a good enough direction, child, I may head that way soon. Thank you for, um, completing my task."[/color]