Kyta
Kyta watched silently as the two seemed to get into a fight and then part ways. As Jack shuffled out of the room, Kyta watched Rose from over his shoulder, her small head bobbing with the jolts of his steps. As he settled onto his own bed, Kyta eyed the paper curiously. This was what he had used to draw the tigress earlier. "So....What's your name, little dragon?" She turned and crawled off of his shoulders and onto his bed. ~Kyta, and I'm only little because it's easier to move around inside the house this way,~ she added the last part with a slightly amused tone. Mortals were so silly! Her, small? Not hardly. Her mind drifted back to Rose, wondering if she'd be alright. ~And you're Jack,~ she stated lightly, offering him a soft purr. ~Why were you and Rose fighting?~ Her blue head dipped to the right, offering an unseen question mark.