[Euri nearly screams at the contact, jumping away and hitting one of the walls with her back. Somehow the sight of a cat just makes everything weirder.
She's staring down at the feline, deciding what to do. While she isn't much of a cat person she doesn't hate them. Lots of cats roamed around Metaphor, many of them familiars to witches. The poor thing really didn't need to accidentally step on any hair dye or... blood....
So Euri letting the small curling of flames hover in midair, then she's crouching down and giving the cat a few experimental pets before scooping him up into her arms. Already she's feeling a bit more confident, reminded of all the times she's held Dog's puppy form when she was scared. While a cat isn't quite the same as holding a dog, the animal is still a welcome replacement.
She's about to stand when she notices the feather on the floor. It probably belongs in one of those boxes, though what it's doing in the bathroom is beyond her, so she'll pick it up and stuff it in her pocket.
And then she's standing. There's nowhere else to look but at the writing on the wall, and as she slowly reads it she holds the cat closer.
This is far, far beyond messed up. This is... she isn't sure what this is, but she can't just leave it alone. She's going to have to talk to Robin about this. Try to help.]
It's too bad you can't talk.... [It's only an absent murmur to the cat as she backs up, letting the fire go out. With a quick turn she's moving out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and making her way over to the bed.]
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She's staring down at the feline, deciding what to do. While she isn't much of a cat person she doesn't hate them. Lots of cats roamed around Metaphor, many of them familiars to witches. The poor thing really didn't need to accidentally step on any hair dye or... blood....
So Euri letting the small curling of flames hover in midair, then she's crouching down and giving the cat a few experimental pets before scooping him up into her arms. Already she's feeling a bit more confident, reminded of all the times she's held Dog's puppy form when she was scared. While a cat isn't quite the same as holding a dog, the animal is still a welcome replacement.
She's about to stand when she notices the feather on the floor. It probably belongs in one of those boxes, though what it's doing in the bathroom is beyond her, so she'll pick it up and stuff it in her pocket.
And then she's standing. There's nowhere else to look but at the writing on the wall, and as she slowly reads it she holds the cat closer.
This is far, far beyond messed up. This is... she isn't sure what this is, but she can't just leave it alone. She's going to have to talk to Robin about this. Try to help.]
It's too bad you can't talk.... [It's only an absent murmur to the cat as she backs up, letting the fire go out. With a quick turn she's moving out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and making her way over to the bed.]