Still a little flustered, but in a better mood now that the sadness had passed, Misha hummed as she flexed her wings and furled them up again. They half-faded, half disappeared into her dress, and then it was just her again, looking sheepish but at least human. Well, human with pink hair.

Awkward silence.

"Well'su..." she said after several moments. "Since Timon-kun doesn't want the map right now'su, is there anything in the city'su you want to see'su?"

Then again, maybe he'd want to leave and go off by himself. Misha remembered what Timon had said, about needed space and that sometimes when people were sad, they wanted to be alone. The angel couldn't imagine that, but maybe Danny was that kind of person?

After all, he had yelled at her earlier to go away.

"Or, umm'su..." She played with the quilt on the bed. "If you still wanted me to go away'su..."