Anani deciding that he can no longer tolerate being left out of the equation makes Fever laugh too, drawn as all people are to give pets when a small animal decides you are worthy of being sat upon. And it's pleasant, very much so. Comfort given without the frisson of fear that used to inhabit her when touching something smaller than herself, knowing they're safe in her hands. Soft, warm, the subtle vibrations of his purring under her fingertips, all wonderful sensations.

And to think, she used to not understand why people were so inclined to have pets.

Still a relief to know that if the very worst came to pass, you could pull me out of it.

But at least for now, that seems nearly impossible. How can she dwell on such things when she's here now, sharing in her joy and letting herself be cared about?