Alyssa + Strange
Chessie sat atop Alyssa's head now, eyeing Cloak, but realizing right now might not be the time to play. Alyssa didn't mind attempting to sew, but she'd never been as deft with a needle and thread as Jem. The Netherling tended to see a vision in her head, but she'd never been talented at altering clothes like her human best friend.
"Oh, I'm glad American is still here." Alyssa shook her head. "I only live with Chessie, so it didn't seem unusual at first." She bit her lip. "Think this will only last a few days? Should we go explore?"