[ She isn't embarrassed or reserved as she makes a sound between squeeing and cooing, delighted by the spirit and lavishing him with proper pets and scritches. ]

Watanuki-san, I almost envy you for your little darling.

[ Mel's ministrations to Mugetsu become more methodical as she peers closely at the Japanese man across from her. And there's a spark in those purple eyes as she allows hope to blossom ever more. ]

And yet you look to be in your late teens, perhaps early twentys. Are you also divine?