Well, I'm not a huge fan of debts or anything, so it won't be a favor to you if I do. But who can argue with results, right?

[ Apparently satisfied with having pacified(!?) Mordred for the time being, Magilou leans against the doorframe, crossing her legs. Her arms are thrown behind her head, her expression truly without a care in the world. It would almost be callous, but underneath it all is a perceptive eye with a soft, sly smile. There's a lot she could say to Mordred, a lot she could caution her against with her own experiences, but that's for later. They'll be stuck together for the time being, it seems.

For now, she merely closes her eyes and hums softly. ]

I'm not the best at happiness, but just so you don't have to run around town and expend the energy to kill me, I'll try my best.