[Sebastian weakly protests something about how he "does not need"... the blanket, or to relax, or some nonsense like that, while making a sad attempt at sitting up more straightly in the bed (because that's... slightly less pathetic than lying down, apparently).
Meanwhile, there's a questioning "meow" from down on the floor as someone comes out of her hiding place to check what's taking her tuna provider so long, rubbing against Chloe's legs. Hi.]