Re: R1
While she worked, he sat on his haunches and watched her move about the kitchen in a bustling fashion he found both appealing and utterly alien. He had no comment for the process, nor any particular objection except for the occasional appearance of the vines, which made him stand up with his fur on end and stare around for the threat. When it never manifested, he remained nervous until she finished her still room work.
He padded after her until she literally closed the door on his nose, after which he grunted unhappily and sat down with his chin on his paws to watch the door until she came out.
His ears perked when she appeared again. "Who? ...Oh. Yes. She was hurt." He lifted his nose to her hand.