She takes a more careful seat next to him. The kitten mewls and wriggles for a moment before settling down, tiny claws prickling at her hands.

"Of course I will..."

She runs her thumb along his back, almost too fascinated by something so small and alive to pay attention to his words. Almost.

"...the god? You saw Namo?"

There's a measure of curiosity in her tone. She hasn't seen Namo herself for almost a month (since he kissed her).