[ He'll find that she's just short of presentable (by her standards) when he actually enters the room: her hair is still brushed neatly, yet remains unstyled, and her clothes lean more towards the comfortable side of things than the fashionable. Most notably, she lacks the kiss of cosmetics on her features, giving her a much more natural appearance. Still, Misa seems at ease as ever with being seen, not paying her less dolled up self any mind. ]

Oh, yeah, I'm doing better. I can even sit up now.

[ She hums, doing just that and maneuvering herself to the edge of the bed, her eyes instantly drawn to the serving cart. And then, belatedly, to the feathers freckling his skin, the claws just peeking out under his coat. But her look is glancing, curious - not prying. She doesn't know any better, after all: for all she knows, it could be normal for him to be this way, after transforming for so long. In any case, she's long since stopped being visibly freaked out by the supernatural, and Howl is no exception. He looks to be in high spirits, so maybe she shouldn't worry... for now. ]

You're looking much better than me, though. You can't go telling anyone what I look like in here, okay? [ There's a good natured laugh, the threat clearly not serious (and perhaps equally meant to deflect, as his own behaviors have done), before she tilts her head dramatically to try to get a peek at the dome. ] What's this, some special treat you brought?