"Yea, he was a cat then a man then a cat again." Jen said. "He fit into the tight spaces and he brought food and water and light."
Her eyes watered slightly, talking about Quen. She felt cried out even though she hadn't physically cried. "I don't know. Maybe he asked too many questions? Got the wrong person mad." Jen hugged herself some more, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. "I felt it."