-as the food was set before her she leapt at it. Having figured out how to use her hands to pick things up. Handy things, were those hands, she picked up the steak and ripped into it. Chewing loudly and with her mouth opened. Purring with delight as the food moved through her throat and into the empty belly, she could actually feel it settle in. Every food item he offered was quickly gone. Wiping her hands on his cloak and blinking-
-she had no idea what the clothes were so she crawled over to them. Kneading them into a comfy pile and curling up on them. Making a soft noise that was suppossed to be purring. She peered at him through half closed eyes. Unless he was willing to dress her the sixteen year old would remain unclothed. Making her little noise and squinting at him in a form of feline contentedness. She did not respond to his words of worry or any such thing. How could she? She did not know how to speak. Though both of her cat ears perked forward, the tips visible over the unruly white hair, the black obvious. The tail settled around one leg and she merely waited for something else to happen...-
