Deimos slid the cat down to sit on its back in the crook of his elbow like a baby, crumpled over nothing like a child.
"It is fixed up..." he said, puzzled. "I got a fridge and everything. Well, it's Phobos' fridge but it's living at my house and I gave it some stones so it had company."
He slung the cat under his arm like a handbag and smiled at Hecate. "Oh you can visit!"