“Y-yeah,” Merope said gloomily. She appreciated the attempt Israfel gave to cheer her up, it just... didn’t work out. Unable to look up to meet his gaze, Merope slowly made her way back to where the box she used to contain her disagreeable minipet in. She picked it up, and without another word began to trudge off towards the undead dorms. There wasn’t anything else to be said.