Lord Byron! [the cat scrambles away in retreat. smugly.] Will you need a bandage, dear?

[Aymeric had never bandaged anything dealt out by the cat. but he knew francel was less used to minor injury.]

I'm afraid he doesn't much care for you either... Please don't take it personally. He has a distaste for everyone, really, but my late parents. [he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and pours two cups of tea]