The crowd was thinning and Leera was growing bored of watching the comings and goings of the dock. She did hear someone approaching her, but she did not see the need to address the individual, well, until he spoke. Swashy cat? A turn of the head brought the cat into her view and she eyed the creature before her. Why was he talking to her? A brow was quirked and a smirk came to pale pink lips. “You know how to sweet talk, that's for sure.” It was mumbled out and Embre growled at the other feline, low and deep. Leera put a comforting hand on her companion again and he responded with a loud rumble of  approval before opening bright gold eyes and looking dead at Gra'zir.<br/><br/>Leera stood and looked down at Gra'zir, shrugged and started walking. She didn't care if the black and white catfolk followed her, it didn't mean she was going to interact. Leera was like most elves, other species were pitiful and below her and even though Gra'Zir was Catfolk, it didn't count him as an animal to her. The crowd parted easily for Leera and Embre, mostly due to Embre, and the woman gave a sly smile. She was used to people backing away from Embre, it even amused her now. You'd think people had never seen a tiger before.<br/><br/>Another tilt of her head to check if Gra'Zir was behind her came up muddled and she turned and looking for the little Catfolk. After a moment she turned back around and took in the huge crystal monolith, it was beautiful, that was for sure, but she needn't forget why she was here. There were undead to deal with and things to learn. She put Gra'Zir out of her mind and headed into the belly of the city, letting the crowds do what they would and allowing herself to blend as best she could.