The cat scrunched his nose and shook his head, but he obliged and sighed. Lifting an arm he moved closer slowly and wrapped his arm around her before the other arm lifted and he was soon holding her. His head laid on her shoulder. He did this as she finished with talking of what sounded good to drink. Letting go he sat Indian style with his hands on his ankles, "Anything but fire-juice. Fire-juice is not good on my soul, but... What's tea? May I try it?" his voice still sounded off but it held curiosity. He tilted his head and soon watched her fingers and jerked his hand back balling it and covering it with his other hand with a pained mew. His eyes flicked and lowered before he looked to her, "Less." Rhyas then mewed again as she touched his eye and he backed up from her covering the deep bruise with light scrapes, "No touch."Â