Kold spared a glance at the boy as he pressed his face into her fur. She looked at Atticus, huffing a sigh. "Who knows.. but I'll be honest, that lioness is quite the furious woman." She said quietly, a webbed wing unfurling to give the boy a small bit of shade beside her. "Hey.. Asmodeus, what's your favorite color? And Hydrostatic, yours?" maybe she could try to cheer them up. Maybe. She didn't often use her flames for.. lifting moods.