Since Isha had dropped into your life, quite literally, things had suddenly become more clear to you. No more rogue hallucinations, no weight of negativity weighing on your shoulders as it usually did almost every single second in the past. It was difficult to understand how one person could change everything, but you tried not to think too hard about it. To not screw this one good thing up.

Isha and yourself had been playing watching your insects brawl, and unfortunately, Stink-Maw had let you down. Isha cheered as she won, getting up and practically sprinting to the stool in front of the mirror, knowing well that she had won the game and you had to fulfill the deal to dye her hair blue like your own, even as much as you thought it was a dumb idea.

She tried to suppress her wiggling and squirms of excitement as you applied the dye, rinsed it, and tied it into small braids in the back.

“You like it?” You asked, and Isha immediately nodded in agreement, a small giggle escaping her, her hand mimicking your common gesture of finger-guns toward her reflection in the shattered mirror.