Seating Area - 11:30pm - Rose & Artair
The urge to reach out and pet him was almost instinct, especially when his nervous behavior triggered her instinctive need to comfort, but Rose resisted. Her hand was halfway to him when she caught herself and shifted the gesture to a reach for her glass, taking another sip. She wouldn't hesitate with a normal cat, but it seemed much too intimate when the cat could talk back.
"How long were you in Faerie?" she asked, curiously but also sympathetically. She understood what it was to be hunted, though she hadn't had an escape other than anonymity and constant motion. And even that hadn't worked forever. Her shoulders tensed at the thought, eyes darkening before she forced herself back to a more neutral expression. "It would be no trouble to answer any other questions you may have," she offered. "I've been around a little while." Rose would have been amused to hear herself described as a modern woman; she'd worn corsets for nearly a century before they finally fell out of fashion.