Tamara's fluffy tail loosely coils with Sar's as they eat. They do not need to even look at each other, it happens almost automatically. It's a way to show their love for each other silently, and also, right now, a way to reassure themselves and give them a bit more confidence for the discussion that is to come with the Tigress. Tamara glances back at Sar, her whiskers flicking, then at her dad, waiting for him to start the convo.