open, m&g | my gravestine crumbles down

She was being touched. She did not like that.

Very quickly, her attention snapped over to meet the eyes of Oberyn; it was no one other than her father, though. That wasn't too bad, she expected her father to be loving and whatnot-- and if he wasn't? Well, she'd just do something about that later on. Or maybe pretend like he didn't existed, who knew. But, fortunately, that was not necessary.

"Nothing." She responded blandly as Phoenixkit's pale blue eyes squinted slightly, examining the larger serval's face. "What about you?"