That makes sense to her, as any explanation of magic can. It also reassures her that Micolash will stay asleep, even though she can't help but glance at those thick, dark curtains every so often. She can't help but keep her voice quiet and her steps soft out of deference to the slumbering scholar.

Her smile grows when Henry makes the universal cat request for scratches. She rubs her fingers along those broad cheeks, admiring his sweet nature. "He is," she says in agreement, taking pleasure in giving the cat attention as much as he is receiving it. "I'm glad that Micolash enjoys his company. I hope someday Caspar and I can get a pet, too, once we're settled a little more."