The anon pulls up a lawn chair to the manor.
"Don't mind me, princess. I'm just here to watch the piss poor attempts of the poor stupid fucks who might go after your Egg."
Unprompted / Always Accepting
The mere mention of such an attempt riles the princess into a fitful state. Feathers fluff, tail flicks and talons scrape threateningly as her shadow seems to crawl and expand against the floor. It undulates as if maintaining a life of its own, carmine eyes aglow. Her attention peels itself away from the grey demon as she seeks out her precious darlings. First Seren checks on the egg, to which she finds Cessia dutifully talking to as she folds laundry. Next, she stalks the corridors towards her eldest's room. Octavia is about, headphones on and moving around her room with an activity of her own.
Everything was fine. She could return to her previous tasks knowing the manor was lively and safe. Everyone was accounted for.