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Pappila turns her head to take in the subject of Rosa's nod, then looking back at the much taller Fey. She doesn't repeat her earlier smile, letting her lips rest in a neutral expression as she studies Rosa carefully yet again. No, no conclusive information can be derived from such examination other than what this woman looks like, smells like from a safe distance, and the fact that she is sitting and talking far too carefully for Pappila's liking. There is nothing 'at ease' about this woman, nothing familiar other than the fact that the name 'Rosa' rings a very faint bell in her mind, as does the title 'Countess'.

Her eyes abandon Rosa's form and switch to Aesculus', Pappila taking a step to the side to be out of his way, as he seems unsteady and she knows for a fact that she is far too young to aid him in any physical fashion. "Be careful," she warns him, speaking as if a much older female sage's soul resides within her small body.

Rosa shook her head at Aesculus, getting annoyed very quickly, "Your almost painful to watch. Alas, in your consideration I am used to the visual pain but you do look incredibly pathetic." She informed Aesculus, her voice growing even more normal as she continued on, only for her to SCREAM a second or two later.

"AESCULUS GET YOUR CURSED LITTLE FIENDS AWAY FROM ME!" SHe yelled, and was within moments standing on the chair, as if all the demons in the world just began to circle her.

Pray tell, Rosa, now who looks pathetic?

The two larger mice, the gray and black adults, gnaw on the orange piece and cheese respectively, ignoring the human behind them. Seeing Aesculus around and living with someone who is taking obvious pains to take care of them seems to have made them unafraid of humans... or at least less wary. The runt-sized gray mouse wanders over to Pappila, twitching its nose and whiskers as it stares up at her, reaching up as far as he can with his hind legs with a pink paw.

Aesculus watches the distraction and Rosa but a moment before he comments calmly, "Countess Rosa, they are nowhere near you, nor will they approach you. Please calm yourself." He takes a step towards the door, getting a chair still on his mind. As one leg moves forward, the other bends but then suddenly goes weak, and he stumbles, but grabs onto the bed so that he doesn't fall and nothing dramatic is made out of the scene.

Pappila doesn't even bother to lift her head to respond to Rosa's words, though a small swell of pity for the larger woman does blossom in her chest. To think that not only does Rosa have to try and mince her way with words, sit just so, act just so, and smell just so, but she is also afraid of something as small as these little creatures before her. 'How sad,' Pappila says in her mind. However, she counters that way of thinking with the rather petty fact that Rosa nearly made her drop her precious wand and the word 'runt' still ringing in her ears, thus not feeling so badly for Rosa anymore.

To the tiny mouse before her, Pappila offers a tentative fingertip for it to sniff as she visually examines it from the tips of its ears to the end of its tail. Her azure eyes glint with purpose, having finally found something to study for a type of information she had yet to acquire. Now she wonders if everything she's read about mice is true, and wishes she could study it more in its natural habitat, which she guesses is...Aesculus' room? She is so captivated by the friendly mouse that she doesn't realize how weak Aesculus really is, or how close he came to toppling over.

Pappila smiles at the antics of the mouse, though mostly because they give her visual proof of the various functions of his back legs and tail. Her confidence is bolstered by this particular mouse's seemingly curious nature, and so that same finger she had offered for it to smell goes down to attempt to lightly pet the small creature between its perked ears.

'I wonder how thin the flesh of its ears really is?' Pappila wonders to herself, daring an inquiring stroke with her finger, 'Wow, that's just a little thinner than my wings!'

Then she reminds herself that there are other things in the room, namely Aesculus, and that she was letting herself get carried away again. One last petting motion for the little mouse and Pappila straightens to scan near her for Aesculus, noting him having returned to his bed. Pappila gets up and wanders over to stand by the edge of Aesculus' bed, looking up at the edge of his covers carefully. She's never seen a sick individual before, not even one of her butterflies has caught ill or even died since her freeing from her curse, so she is both curious and mildly concerned.

Of course, being short is a problem when you want to be able to see exactly what is going on, so she really has no option but to climb up as she does her own large bed. Her wings flutter in a vain attempt to add to her speed and balance as the toddler makes her way up a wooden beam on the opposite side from Aesculus, finding footholds with her tiny bare feet. Finally she reaches her goal and flops onto the top of the bed on her stomach, letting herself have a short rest, eyes closed as she focuses on her breathing for the moment.

Azure eyes open slowly, blinking twice as the smaller Fey takes in the much closer presence of the teenage one. Well, at least he seems a lot closer now, with her looking up at him from between his blanket covered ankles at the foot of the bed. She decides that this angle is rather demeaning, so she scrambles up into a sitting position. There, much better.

"Why sick?" she asks in classic toddler fashion, both hands tugging her wand out from her waist band in order to make sure it is alright. Her climb and fall, even if the latter had a fluffy ending, could have hurt her lovely trinket...no, it seems fine. Satisfied, she rests her treasure on her lap and places both hands over it, tilting her head as she waits for Aesculus' reply.

Pappila crawls forward a bit more, so she can take in the details of this Fey better. She sits down again, now about a foot or so closer than before, wings flitting open and then closing again as she replies politely, "Eirnae my Kithain."

Of course she has to follow that up with another question, her curiousity fueled by both her inquiring mind as well as her youth, "Why push?"

Pappila only scoots closer, with the persistance and determination of a youth trying to get all of the details of the person before her without having the one she is examining escaping her scrutiny. "Kno..kno... Learning fun!" she accknowledges, with a nod for further confirmation.

She sits down yet again, her wings resuming their fluttering behind her as she studies Aesculus' eyes. She find the golden yellow color pleasant, though she finds such rather odd because her room is mostly silver and blue.

"Shina," she answers to his inquiry, nodding again. She has not met her Kithain's Fa'e, but she certainly has heard a lot about her.