[She likes the feel of his arms creeping up around her and the warmth of his head. It feels nice there. Like it belongs somehow. She blushes again at the compliment and wishes she could stop because it's unusual and it's making her feel off center. How can she respond to that kind of compliment?

She strokes his hair as he takes a deep breath. He must have been really worried. Poor Marcchan. To be so attached.

He is so foolish. She lightly curls her fingers over the ridge of his ear.]

Thank you.

Honestly I think part of the reason why I didn't like her was...because I was a cat.

[And suddenly it seems funny. Too funny. Though in that sharp relieving way]

And cats...don't like anyone. [her words are broken up with hints of laughter and then she can't hold it back and buries her face in a hand, laughing weakly at that stupid little joke. It hurts but it feels good, too]