Some light gathers around Kamala's leg to give her some artificial height. She immediately abuses her powers to pet the hound's head more easily. Teenagers. Kamala showers the hellhound with some nice ear scratches after the initial round of pets. If anyone wouldn't know better, they would think she came for the demonic dog and not Five.

As a girl of many multitudes, she can safely say she is here for both of them. "I am here for a wellness check." Kamala answers absently while cooing over the dog. She quickly follows up with. "Which news? I'm kind of losing track of which political crisis we're on today."

That isn't entirely true, is it? She sinks back to the ground to take stock of Five. Kamala's growing frown makes it clear she's worried. "Are you in trouble?"