Crisis makes it sound like a bad thing, [ she notes, already reaching to grab their hand. To make it a bit more natural, she drops down to the floor casually. Iridescent wings fold neatly against her back. She stands at approximately five foot nothing, petite as can be. ]

I don't think there's anything wrong with trying to look on the bright side! [ She does it a lot herself; if he couldn't gather already, she's got quite the cheery disposition.

A peep sounds near Janus' ear, a tiny fairy having left the comfortable chill of the freezer to say hello. It perches on their shoulder, leaning forward to peer down its beak, curiously, towards their mouth. The only flashes of teeth she's seen so far is when they speak and that's not enough to really make an assessment of dental quality. ]