A shorter, less ungodly-soft purple mass of fur nestles in to his other side tentatively, trying to match the energy. She's not as warm as the Princess... but there's something akin to a childhood friendship in her touch, a determined but nervous stare floating up from her towards him. Comforting in a familiar way, and a presence that he's grown accustomed to over his time staying with her, before moving to the castle; though she's... hesitant. 