"Yes, I did," she replied, walking closer to the boy and kneeling down, so she wouldn't have to be looking down at Nata. He said he was from a game, but how old was he? Nata appeared to be a small child, but perhaps he was even older than Near herself.
But none of that mattered at the moment. Nata was adorable, and-- wait, where had that come from? She had never considered anything adorable in the past: surely, it had to be the fault of whatever substance or thing that was affecting everyone, herself included. How odd. But there was no point in dwelling on such thoughts right now: there were more important matters, such as finding out why Nata was alone in the kitchens. "What are you doing here?" She asked, placing the white bunny on the floor, to her left, telling it not to run away.