Though some might argue that cats were aloof, cold creatures, Kell had always found them to be quite affectionate, given the proper motivation. Silence, a steady hand, no chasing, no grabbing. To Kell, their sensibilities and mannerisms made utter sense.

Though Neria was not a real cat, she behaved enough like one for the illusion to be profoundly comforting, and it wasn't until she purred against him, slow-blinked sleeked her dark body up against his own, that he realized just how very exhausted he was. How utterly relieved he was to see her. To know that they could repair things between them.

Kell bent his head to touch his cheek against her fur, let out a sigh, and relaxed, eyes drifting shut.