[ The corner of Maka's room is exactly where Crona is, hugging a pillow and moping about quietly. Ragnarok seems to have retreated for the time being, sleeping away peacefully inside his Meister's veins. They're both resting a bit easier in Vatheon, even after a single day. After all, it's somewhat peaceful here, Crona's surrounded by people Maka calls friend, and there's no sign of Lady Medusa anywhere. They might even like this place better than Shibusen.
However, old habits die hard, so Crona's made their home in the corner of Maka's room. They've refused to come out for the most part, still trying to come to terms with it all. It's been quite a shock! Especially when you're Crona, being as how the sheltered teen has practically known nothing but dark rooms their entire life.
The knocking at the door causes them to look up with a start. ]
...!
[ Ah. It's Lord Death's son, the shinigami. What's he doing here? ]
PUNTS INTO THE SUNSET
However, old habits die hard, so Crona's made their home in the corner of Maka's room. They've refused to come out for the most part, still trying to come to terms with it all. It's been quite a shock! Especially when you're Crona, being as how the sheltered teen has practically known nothing but dark rooms their entire life.
The knocking at the door causes them to look up with a start. ]
...!
[ Ah. It's Lord Death's son, the shinigami. What's he doing here? ]