"Just don't strain yourself on my behalf. I mean, if doing this drains you at all, or makes you distracted, then don't worry about it." He pecks the nearest shadow cat on the nose, making sure he doesn't go through its face.

"But, if it's not too much trouble, I wouldn't mind having a clinic cat." Especially one that the starving refugees couldn't eat. Sometimes he was glad that Ser Pounce was now a spoiled housecat in Amaranthine rather than living with him down in Darktown.