Lenore laughs delightedly at this story, coming over to sit beside her pet on the blanket. Right beside her, hip tucked against Nightie's side. "Well, they are magnificent," Lenore comments, trailing a fingertip over the curve of one of those biceps, swirling once before lifting away again. "I'm glad you had fun. I'll have to check on the armor straps, sounds like there's a real design flaw in them, if they're falling off that easily."

She gives an extra moment of just smiling down at Nightie, pleased with her and content in her company, pretty sure that this kind of flirtatious smile combined with close proximity is going to make Nightie's brain have a seizure.

Glancing away out the bars of the cage, Lenore gives a sigh. "I'm impatient to have you out of here. But, of course, I have to be more certain that I can trust you. Any thoughts on ways you might convince me?"

Lenore swivels that low lidded gaze back to her pet, now with an added little furrow of unhappiness that only Nightie can possibly resolve by swearing her undying loyalty. Or some other possible demonstrations of trustworthiness. Lenore has some ideas, but she wants to hear what Nightmare comes up with.