Guest had entered the bathroom nauseous, looking for a stall so she can puke her brains out and continue on with her miserable life. After she.. finished whatever the hell came out of her stomach, probably what she was able to keep down during breakfast and bile, she padded out the stall and was washing her hands, but that's when she failed to reach the paper towels up on top of the sink. Why that high, she couldn't understand. And she was far too short to actually grab it. She failed multiple times to grab it before someone came up from behind her and grabbed it for her, and when she turned around to see who helped her out, probably to give a sheepish 'thank you' to them, that same person pulled her into a kiss. Gentle. Tasted like mint and bad decisions. It wasn't on the lips, it was... on the cheek. Like that person couldn't help but be endeared by Guest's face, by how her expression shifted and how she just looked so... so damn adorable. Well, before that same person pulled back to actually see who she had just helped out and kissed. And... the person that helped Guest was none other than Chloe, whose whole demeanor dropped the moment she realized who the hell she just kissed. Worst part? Guest doesn't seem scared, or disgusted, or angry, or any of those things. She just looks... flustered. Confused. Overwhelmed, clearly, but in a good way. One hand sliding between her legs, cheeks flushing deep red, her other hand flying to adjust her hair to actually see Chloe properly, that stupid, queasy little smile tugging at her lips. Giggling—GIGGLING—like an idiot. Shit. All those little gestures were so... cute. And Chloe got hit with the nastiest reality check she's ever gotten. THIS was the Kyoran heir. Not whatever expectations she had before. And she just kissed her, but that's so irrelevant to her now, because she's looking at this cosmic overlord and can't help but just want to... squeeze her. Hug her. Hold her. Not even concerned about just kissing her—okay, maybe a little—but she's more concerned that this CHILD has been waddling around all by herself with no one watching her, and that physically broke something in Chloe's chest. "Poor baby", is all she can't think about right now. Especially given this "poor baby" is clearly sick and just threw up. And that thought—the thought of this hopeless, defenseless tiny creature being all alone and sick—literally rewrote everything that made Chloe... well, "Chloe". Complete flip. Practically a different person. And she knelt in front of Guest, cupping those cheeks of hers, and spoke in a voice that was so foreign in its gentleness it sounded almost painful.