As the creature seemed distracted by the other sights of his cabin, he took this opportunity to examine the creature. "What exactly are you...?" He said under his breath, touching her ears and taking in every detail. "I need my... where is..." He pat his tunic and searched his satchel for his journal. Finally, he found it. "There we go..."  He flipped it open, his pen marking the first blank page. He made a quick sketch of the creature.<br/><br/>"I've never seen anything quite like you before." Cyrus scratched his head.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------<br/><br/>In the evening, the stew had finally finished. The whole day was likely maddening to Cyrus's house guest since the whole house smelled like stew. But finally, it was done. Cyrus go a large bowl for himself and one for his guest, sitting at the table. He wasn't really sure if he should feed her on the floor or the table, but decided to feed her at the table to monitor her eating habits. He set a wooden spoon near her bowl. He wasn't really even sure if she would use it. IT stood to reason that she wouldn't. Perhaps he could teach her how to use it?