Kell trailed off, pleased by the thought, by how very black she was, how startling her eyes. Memories of Esa (soft and white, a flicker of a beautiful cat with pink pawpads flashing across Neria's mind) tickled at him, but Kell let them pass; and with them the memory of a small white ermine with eyes black as coal, a quick, hot cut of claws drawn across a wound that Kell still hadn't managed to truly close, let alone heal.
"A cat is fine," he murmured, working his fingers into her fur to give her a generous rubdown, finding all of the places that required rubbing, scratching.
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Kell trailed off, pleased by the thought, by how very black she was, how startling her eyes. Memories of Esa (soft and white, a flicker of a beautiful cat with pink pawpads flashing across Neria's mind) tickled at him, but Kell let them pass; and with them the memory of a small white ermine with eyes black as coal, a quick, hot cut of claws drawn across a wound that Kell still hadn't managed to truly close, let alone heal.
"A cat is fine," he murmured, working his fingers into her fur to give her a generous rubdown, finding all of the places that required rubbing, scratching.