For Teddy

Having four other roommates during the trip wasn't terrible. Kate didn't mind sharing one of the beds with America if it gave a safe place for the others to rest and relax. It wasn't too bad having a giant cat-like creature rooming with you in this cold weather either.

For now, though, the room was quiet and cozy. Kate was curled up against Teddy, an arm under her head, admiring wings. Teddy's wings at that. Running the back of her hand against it, she has a lazy smile on her face. Her appreciation for wings had grown since arriving in Hell. A bit ironic, maybe, to have found her enjoyment of wings through Setsuna's angel wings in Hell of all places.

"I guess these types of cruises aren't a usual thing here?"

For Proto

Kate had two blankets tossed over her shoulder and a worn thermos filled with a hot drink. It wasn't much but it was what Kate could manage. It was better than nothing, right?

Kate might have been inviting these spirits into a warm environment under the false pretense that she would soon scoop them up into the provided bottles by the demons. At least they would know a sense of comfort before meeting their fate of a glass prison to be handed over to Mammon.

For the time being, though, Kate was holding out one of the blankets to one of the shivering spirits. It was cold. Very cold. Cold enough that Kate had her own layers on and was enjoying the extra warmth the blankets were offering. "Hey. Do you want a sip of this, too? I think it's hot chocolate," she explains, holding up the thermos.

Prompt I - OTA

There was a small canvas bag of bottles slung over her shoulder and Kate was trying not to focus on the glass clanging as she searched for the lurking spirits. She looked a bit lost, seemingly on auto-pilot, as she walked the ship's deck and floors. Not too long before setting out on this mission, Kate had turned over a handful of her valuables. Her bow, arrows, and her mother's necklace. The amount wasn't necessary but Kate needed to make sure everyone would gain passage. What if someone didn't have something to offer? What if they didn't want to? The latter stung at the thought but Kate couldn't change her mind now.

Pausing, she grabbed a bottle from the satchel and, with as much silence she could muster, Kate uncorked the bottle. Taking quick steps forward, she swiped up one of the spirits and quickly shoved the cork into the top. "...I'm sorry."