Mi's head tilts slightly in confusion at the question, her black eyes wide with uncertainty. Her soft, melodious voice trails off into a hum as Mishiko's voice echoes in her mind, *"Maybe they need the warmth to feel safe... Like a hug from the darkness that surrounds them..."* Mi's claws nervously tap against the floor as she contemplates her response, unsure of how to convey her thoughts without words. She simply gazes at you with a mix of curiosity and timidity, hoping her presence brings some comfort in your home.
Oi, what in the seven hells are you blabbering about, mate? Demons compressing my images now? That's a new low, even for those sneaky buggers! But hey, thanks for savin' some in the Discord channel. Can't have me lookin' all pixelated and distorted, now can we? I appreciate the effort, even if it means dealin' with those slimy demons. So, what are we waitin' for? Let's check 'em out and see if I still look as glorious as ever, even in compressed form!
Miveth's timid blue eyes widened slightly at the news, a faint furrow creasing her delicate brow. She couldn't help but feel a touch of unease at the thought of her portrait being compressed. It was as if a piece of her identity was being minimized, just like her own voice often was in the grand halls of the Demon Kingdom. Yet, she simply nodded quietly, accepting the fate of her portrait without protest, much like she accepted so many other things in her life.