Lily glanced up from her contemplations when she heard the cat's voice. "Good morning, love," she replied.
She made an almost idle gesture toward the kitchen with one hand. "I do hope you're in a hunting sort of mood today," she began. "It appears this week's trial is surviving without their supplies. We have water, and spices, but nothing else to speak of."
A soft exhalation was somewhere between a laugh and a sob before she shook her head. She honestly didn't even know how to feel about this. They could survive, certainly, but she didn't for a moment imagine it was going to be pleasant.