There is one thing similar to the last time the affectionate avian hugged the demonic girl and one thing that is not the same. Just as she did before, she flinches, as if concerned for her safety. What is not the same is that she doesn't push Meteion away. She looks more confused then annoyed or angry, and manages to endure the treatment until she's released.

She knew well how the entelechy is. But there was something different about this greeting. It was, perhaps, the first time she actually BELIEVED it when the bird said she was worried about her. This little idiot actually thinks of her as a friend. Maybe it was because she didn't know the things the demon had done. Or maybe she wouldn't even care.

Feeling awkward, she needs a distraction. Thankfully she had one of her own on hand. "I brought cookies." She holds up a little box in a simple cloth bag. "There's one for you, too. Charlotte insisted." The 'you' in question is directed to the hulking mass of green that was politely standing by as two tiny girls spoke in front of him. "In her words we 'both needed a little happiness'. A load of nonsense, of course. I'm fine." Which is why she was pacing around the hallways before finally knocking. "But if you want one, go ahead. I don't even care." She's trying so hard to act like her normal self, but the hard edge on her voice just doesn't seem to be quite there today.