Kyta
~Don't give up so easily on her, Jack. She might be going through more than you think,~ Kyta responded gently as she watched him thinking to himself. Kyta preferred not to eavesdrop into people's thoughts, so she hadn't heard anything about his past. "Can I draw you while we talk?" The question caught her off guard. Draw her? Well, if she really was the last of her kind...at least she would leave behind some sort of a memory. ~Of course.~ She jumped down off the bed and grew into the size of a bear, her head nearly touching the ceiling of his room. She turned her gaze towards him and offered him what looked to be a bit of a smile. ~Tell me about your wife-to-be?~ she asked, eying him with interest.