User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-30014014-20190713203537/@comment-30014014-20190714152707

"Very well". The miniature box she held is snatched by the companion etched on her shoulder. While it does so, her gaze turns to Mrs. Rinzel, the intended for this addition.

The tiny creature bolts directly for her and disappears inches from meeting her personal space. "Mrs. Rinzel if you would hold your palm in front of you..."

Assuming she did, the butterfly descends under a flight of self-made glimmer of dust, landing on said hand witht he box over its head, gleefully laying it in her palm. With that done, it flies from her and returns to the golem's shoulder, the latter now poised in an intrigued stance.