Eos was just quite disgruntled at the moment. Her adorable outfit was burned and singed in the last battle encounter, and clearly needed a garment change. Her small, tiny breasts were exposed, though her slightly miffed attitude led her to cross her arms as she pouted and huffed. She flew around her current companion and finally rested on their shoulder. “We should get going and rest,” came her soft voice. She lightly patted their cheek. “Let us be off.”











