[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/KDNoPCb.jpg[/img][/center] Maoin looked down, frowning as Lady Lightsword didn't follow her advice. As expected, Lady Sorcha was getting more frustrated. Though Maoin balked at Avaline - she did a very good job of keeping her mistress' diet on track, and even did her best to make what she fed as tasty as possible! The cat eyed the degenerate lizard with hostility, [color=darkslateblue]"Degenerate Lizard, she has a strict diet ..."[/color] though otherwise remained quiet as it seemed Luna had something to say. [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/HuFvrKV.jpg[/img][/center] [color=salmon]"... o-okay ..."[/color] Fia would follow Livia out of the room, seeming a bit more confident as she began to help the headmistress move her things back to the guest room. The phoenix understood what decorating meant by this point, but Fia was unsure how SHE'D decorate the room. Maybe she'd ask her new maid later? She still did need to hang out with Lyssa the next day - maybe she'd be good for advice as well? [center][h3][color=wheat]Otille Kohler[/color][/h3][/center] Otille rolled her eyes as Cocoa missed the point, letting the happy cow hold her and nuzzle her gradually into a happy oblivion. [color=wheat]"There, there."[/color] The farmer was quickly getting used to the closeness, holding Cocoa a bit tighter back and closing her eyes. [color=wheat]"Now you've been hauling that cart all day - you should get some rest."[/color] Otille protectively pulled Cocoa's head down so it'd rest on her chest, petting the back of her head with slow, caring motions. As she did so, she did let out a small sigh and let her own mind wander - unfortunately it headed to the land of worries. She had no idea what she was going to do about the monetary situation - she literally had almost nothing now, and the profits from selling the other goods on her carts would only last them a couple weeks at most. She was also unsure about her ability to find a job to support herself, much less herself and Cocoa. Perhaps Cocoa would notice? Or maybe the content cow would simply allow herself to slip off into the realm of sleep?