Valmae shook her head at the pair of them. "She's incorrigible. At least her gentleman friend only shows up at night to sleep on the foot of my bed." The cats had been there when she bought the cottage and she hadn't had the heart to kick them out. Especially after Sir Knight had presented her with a very large, very dead rat with nonchalant pride. Tabby didn't do much other than sleep and eat but she was hardly going to separate the two after who knew how many years together.
She settled in her chair, bent her head for a silent moment of prayer and then dug into her food. "There's no need to stand on ceremony around here," she told Lance with a flicker of a smile. "You'll confuse the cats."