[Donnie still ducks his head a little at that, smiling shyly as he manages to look back over at Anemone to see her giving the plush a small squeeze.

Compared to his room, Anemone's looks far more comfortable, more lived in. He follows her to the bed- the girl's probably got more pillows and blankets than he does but boy does it look like a great place to nest in.

He hops up to sit beside her, following her gaze towards the window.]

...they're probably used to being attacked too. And it is scary. Most of them have been fighting maybe their whole lives. I'm...kind of glad that they didn't get upset though. I'd hate to see you get hurt.