"I'm Conor," he replied, shaking her hand with his free one. "I found him abandoned at our last stop, and I couldn't just leave him. So far he hasn't been eaten, which is good," Oighear purred, and Conor snorted and scratched his ears, "You can pet him if you want, he loves the attention,"
"So what do you do?" he asked. "And you tolerate the cold remarkably well, so...I'm guessing you're not quite as human as you look."