[Thank the eidolons he doesn't press her for more information, though the mere topic reminds her of just how reserved she continues to be, despite the odd turns and twists in her personal affairs. She may never outgrow that. It is a concerning issue, to be sure, that she may wind up not only an obstacle to her own growth, but of that with others. Or at least those who seek to deepen a relationship with a woman who still seems to be quite locked into herself.

Those, however, are thoughts for another time, and without doubt, they shall plunge her into a mire that she's already quite intimate with in her most quiet of moments. Instead, her attention is fastened onto her immediate kitten companion. It's the dogs all over again, really. And Boco, too. Animals seem to have a likeness for her, though it's said that animals tend to be an excellent judge of character.

In the face of her crimes, perhaps Trahearne's cat sees through to the truth of what Beatrix is really like.]

Let us hope that is not the case. I never considered myself particularly good with animals. Never had pets myself, even when I was a child. At least, not to my recollection. I should think my family too self-involved for such things. Yet they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Perhaps concepts like charisma and amicable personality are something the same. She may see something that I do not.

[She offers the cat a fond curl of the mouth, taking the opportunity to dust the length of forefinger along her chin.]