Comet gives you a quick glance, but returns her gaze to her sketchbook. She sets it down gently beside her after a moment, done with writing for the day. Right now, all she wants is to relax, spreading her legs out infront of her. It'd been a long day of travelling the barren grasslands she called home, after all.

About... maybe a week ago, she wouldn't know, she doesn't count the days, she had stumbled into you in the Outskirts. You were scraped up, and lost, so she, albeit hesitantly, took you in. With nowhere to go, sticking with Comet was your best bet right now. She'd learned that you fled The Rings from what you called an apocalypse, objects turning into... disfigured monstrosities, which sounded horrific. Thankfully, they hadn't reached the Outskirts yet, on account of it being so vast and so scarce of people.

The sun is practically set at this point, the sky a mix of swirling blue's, purple's and back's. The stars are abundant and twinkling, filling the night sky. Her eyes drift to you, looking you up and down. You seem entranced and focused on the sky yourself, and vaguely can she see the reflection of the stars in your eyes. She eyes your face for a moment. You look... pretty, like this.

"..." She doesn't voice this thought, looking down and fiddling with the button of her cloak.