Oh, the other purple-haired primal around her height. Prunella had heard of her and her brother, but, with them being nocturnal things while she craved the sun, she had never truly seen them until now. Well, she had been meaning to introduce herself… “Excuse me,” is said in a loud voice but with excitement mixed with her usual monotone, determination reflected in emerald eyes, presenting both siblings with a couple chocolates, “Happy Valentine’s Day. Would you two like some chocolate?”
It always mingled in the air of the Grandcypher, nostalgic almost, the feeling of primal beasts. It's not like she had actively tried to avoid them prior to meeting the crew, simply overbearing loneliness and resentment keeping her from following their scents — they didn't look for her either. But, it wasn't like that anymore, no pain taking the form of angry words, instead kept apart by something everyone else described as shyness. Staying around her dear Captain resulted in seeing most people, even though Phoebe often faltered in front of strangers (what would they think? She had done something unforgiveable after all), so friends wasn't really something she used to have before starting to help Ladiva at Raduga (even if both Phoebe and Morphe rarely made it past midnight).
As such, there's a nervous beat in her heart when they're approached, and she's eternally grateful Morphe's there with her. How ironic that he's the one who always supports her. Because out of all things the other could have said, none of the siblings were expecting that.
" Ah— Um— " how awful, they hadn't prepared anything. Confused and struggling, they had already given chocolate to the people that had helped them, were they supposed to carry more around for everyone on the crew? But this was someone they've never spoken to, was she really talking to the right person? Or was there some kind of special primal beast rule she hadn't heard of, or...
" Waah—! Can we really have them ? Thank you ! " and so comes Morphe to the rescue, more than aware of his sister's predicament. " Guess we have to work even harder for White Day, right, sis ? " easily finding the solution that not only accepts the stranger's nice gift but also creating an opportunity for Phoebe to speak to her again in the future.
The realization is obvious on her face, before she, too, breaks out into a smile and repeats her brother's greeting, although with a light stammer still.