Conor heard Oighear's claws skid on the ice, and he knelt down to gather him up as the woman followed him in. "Who've you brought me, hmm?" he murmured in Irish, and the cat looked between them both, meowed, and settled into the crook of Conor's arm.
"Thank you," he answered, finally addressing her. "Just tinkering with some new ideas. Thinking of changing some things in here one of these days. Though to what, I'm not sure."