The soft 'thuds' drew her attention to the distant chrysalis, and it wasn't hard to reach it by wing. It took her a moment to pinpoint the sound, ears swivelling, but when she landed beside it on soft paws, she found that she was utterly distracted for a moment by just how pretty it was!

Flashes of rainbow hues, streaks of color across translucent gold, bright-

Thud. Thud.

Oh! Right! Someone wanted to hatch!

Bug shook herself from her brief trance, and pondered how best to help. She raised one paw, placing it on the stone, and batted it a few times. This did not seem helpful in any way, and she thought it over.

The black cat-dragon squinted, looking around, and spotted a few orangey rocks lying nearby--the hefty kind, with sharp edges, that were sort of all over Monoceros. "Hold on!" she told the... stone. "I'll get you out."

Maybe. ...Hopefully?

"I'll try, anyway," she amended.

Bug darted over to the nearest stone, feline nose scrunching up as she focused on it. She tried to lift the stone with her magic--to hover it over to the chrysalis, then drop it down onto it. Maybe that'd crack the thing, at least, and help out whoever was inside?

It was a bit of a strain, but the stone did move, hovering over the beautifully-striated chrysalis--and then Bug dropped it, so it'd smash down to the chrysalis with a crack. Hopefully it'd just let the kid break free, and not actually hurt them, or something!

Part of her was already looking for some sort of trick to play on the kid. An illusion, something spooky or funny--it'd be mean, though. Right? After all, this was a fresh hatch. Like, six seconds old, and already polite, too! It'd be funny, though, Bug reasoned, before setting the thought aside for later.

She was, after all, part cat; and as a cat, her sense of mischief never quite left her.

For now, she dropped onto her haunches, sniffing curiously at the stranger. She called on her magic briefly, dropping a small banana from thin air, and began to 'peel' it with her claws as she spoke. "...You okay?" That screech hadn't sounded great. The kid had questions, though, and Bug brightened a little. "You're welcome!" And on to the answers--"I'm Bug, this is Monoceros, and--why what?" She looked around. "...Because?"

This was a guess.

"Your stone is BEAUTIFUL." She glanced over Sakhira, looking for any sign of it--oh, yup. There it was. Right smack-dab in the middle of her forehead and HUGE. "Cool. It's on your head. It's got all kinds of colors!" (As if, somehow, the child couldn't see this for herself--but maybe she wouldn't realize, yet, that her chrysalis-rock was permanently stuck on her face.) "I've never seen anything like it before. I've never seen anything like you before," Bug amended, eyeing the child over with surprise.

She looked, sort of, like some kind of hybrid--maybe an owl and a big cat?

"I'm half cat, and I think you might be, too!" she said, enthusiastically.

Then she pushed the now-peeled banana toward the kid--after taking a nip from it herself. "Food," she offered, her mouth full. Then, she swallowed, and began to sparkle. "You eat it," she explained.

"Hey, thanks!" Bug exclaimed, looking down. One of her own paws raised to prod at her gemstone. "I got it from my dad." She eyed the golden rainbow of a shattered chrysalis, then, and wondered.

Was this someone else's stone, left here like a giant egg? Does this one have a parent? Or was it one of those kids who'd just fallen out of a wall, basically? Oh, and that reminded her-

"Do you have a name?" she asked, settling on her haunches. Her tail curled neatly around her.

Otherwise, she was patient; she had nowhere to be, and so she just kinda watched Sakhira munch away at the banana, content.

Bug sat thinking, the pointed tip of her tail twitching in thought. "Um," she began, a signal to wait just a sec, okay, she had to ponder this deep question...

"A dad's a kind of a parent! Like a mom." For an instant she considered the question answered, then belatedly realized that without context this told the child nothing. "It's--uhh, when you grow up you can give a piece of your stone, if you like, and someone else can put magic into it, and then you get new babies! The parents are moms or dads!" The whole "moms are generally female" and vice-versa thing was lost on her, so she left that entire bit out.

"But! Some kids just hatch right outta the walls, so," she went on, looking toward the big, pretty chrysalis. "Hey, can I keep a little piece?" It was a genuine request--the sparkle kept catching her eye, and as she stood and paced over, she found that she sort've wanted a chunk. Jewelry, or decoration or something--she didn't know. But if the kid said no, well, it was their stone and as much of a troublemaker as Bug could be, she wasn't going to steal it.

Anyway! "Sakhira's a good name!" she said, encouragingly. And it was, too. Somehow it put her in mind of wind and warmth. ...Oh. Maybe that's just Monoceros.
...Anyway-!

"I can try to get you down?" There was clear doubt in her voice, and she pushed up, pacing to the edge and peering down. It was kind of a high ledge, but Bug shrugged. What was the worst thing that could happen? The kid would go back into her chrysalis? She was just in there, so it should be fine.
That made sense.

"Okay, c'mere. I'll try to get you down, but don't panic!" She'd try with magic--she was too small to fly the cub down there. Cub..? Hatchling? Baby owl-cat-deer? She didn't know, and it didn't matter right now, right?

Bug reached out with her magic, trying to grip Sakhira carefully with it. She eyed her, ember eyes studying the cub's body, trying to heft her up and test for a center of balance. Then--again carefully, silent in her focus--Bug tried to hoist the child over the edge, and lower her down to the ground. It was a slow process, and she'd keep her quite close to the wall... just in case.

"Right-... you doing okay?" she called down, aiming to deposit Sakhira on Monoceros's floor.