Kitten had watched, curiousity warred with a lack of confidence, slow had been good then too much, and in the end her gaze turned to him, to try to see what else she was supposed to do, how to react. Her eyes had been bright with a measure of hope when she spoke of scratches, that Little One had nodded, even slightly, had given her the courage to cross into Little One’s corner. As he lead them both toward the things that were Little One’s though, she hung back, balked at the tug of the leash in her place just on the outskirts. This was not her place and the uncertainty of welcome, of permission had overcome the rule of her leash as she crouched and watched, waited at her safe distance, unsure of what she was to do. This was far outside of rules and structure, and at the moment she seemed quite lost.<br/><br/>Wary and uncertain, she still watched the Little One explore as Master showed her what corner held, eyes wide and gaze fixed as she watched, head bowed. Master was always good, there was a measure of pride as Little One spoke and seemed pleased with what Master had done for her, yet she still did not move from the edge of the plush rug. She could wait though, she had learned waiting and maybe if she did, she might see, might learn what she needed to do.