"Ah, you were in Chanty's memories as well." Kanon remarks, still reaching for the object next to her. "I don't remember Starry ever... making you but I guess she had a life before she met me." She sighs contently. "Ah, here we go. Hup!" Grunting with effort, Kanon hoists a body onto her lap.
Chanty's head lolls to the side. Her eyes are closed in an expression that seems almost peaceful. Her top is nearly torn down the middle, and her ribbon has been messily removed. It now perches on her head. A mess of dried blood coats the front her ruined shirt, but her skin has been wiped clean.
"Ah, don't worry. I was pretty shocked when I stabbed her, but she doesn't seem dead. Just asleep." Kanon murmurs, stroking Chanty's hair. "I mean... she isn't rotten at all. Unlike the other bodies."
"Oh!" Kanon's head snaps back up. "Gulfstream is dead? I thought she was hiding in your psyche?" The goddess's eyes droop, and she returns her gaze to the keys. "Though -- sorry for assuming -- she did seem like the type to do that. Let go, for the next generation."
A brief chuckle later, and Kanon's back to being cheerful. "Hey! It's weird saying that I'm old, but I'm not new!" She hisses, though it's clear from her tone that she isn't being serious. "I've been here for some time already! A millennia at least." She mutters with puffed up cheeks.