Nuawahn drew back gamely, crawling on the table until he returned to his place.
"Yay!" he said again, "You're welcome!" He wasn't entirely sure what she was thanking him for! If he hadn't told her, it would have been just as nice, right? By pure happenstance, his gaze turned towards the window, taking in the eternal twilight of Jauhar... which was, apparently, just a little bit
more twilight.
"Ah!" he said, standing up suddenly, nearly spilling what remained of his soup (which wasn't much, honestly - he had been hungry, and he ate fast), "I need to gooo!" he whimpered with a sort of wierdly happy anxiety. He didn't want to go yet! He wanted to hug them some more, and pet the kitties, and stay with them... but he did have to go. He had a place to be!
He got his pack and put a pale hand on Iroia's shoulder, grinning from rounded ear to rounded ear. He patted it for a moment before waving. "Byeeee!" he said, before hustling off.
If Votzhem had thought him a spirit before, it was likely that he wouldn't change his mind now. Not that Nuawahn cared.
Happiness was happiness, and there were two little lives waiting to join the world. That was very happy.
