She placed her talons back down, but this time the gentleness was gone. Nina pushed her digits hard against Artemis’ shoulder, and she felt herself partially forced into the table's bed-cushion. The pressure built up and up, and just when things were feeling on the edge of being painful, she relented a bit, only to slide down her foreleg, squeezing it tightly in much the same way. It was a forceful sensation, and Artemis opened her eyes and stared ahead, unable to enjoy the pillow. As Nina went down, pausing every few seconds to squeeze, Artemis' mind tried to comprehend the weird experience. She could almost feel it going through the list of tactile possibilities.