“The sky-kissed kitten,” he responds, somewhat dramatically.

“At least, that’s what I think the Khajiit would call you. Here,” he scoops her up by the scruff.

“‘Ow ‘he ‘ing a’ou’ ‘is is- ‘ait… ah, ‘y ‘ola’s ‘alls…”

He sets her back down.

“The thing about all this is, it’s very hard to sprout thumbs in this form, no matter how much you want that goblet of cream. We’re going to have to train you in how to be a proper cat!”