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Padmé Amidala Skywalker (i_cannot_follow) wrote in makebelievelog,

Padmé didn't know what to make of this. Her husband was now a cat. How was her husband a cat? This didn't make sense. This wasn't possible! Except - neither was sharing dreams. Things happened in the castle. It was the price of being in the Land of Make Believe. Surely it would be temporary.

Surely.

Padmé stood and walked over slowly, bending down to peer underneath. She stayed a certain distance away, not sure what to make of all of this. The cat seemed scared. Padmé didn't really know the species, but she knew a few basics and had a few guesses what to do. The first one was to show the cat that she meant no harm. If Anakin's consciousness were still in there and active, he would've likely found the idea of safety to be her. This meant she was dealing with a cat in control.

Padmé went over to where the remains of the dinner plates were sitting on the table and found a piece of chicken. It had been under seasoned, but perhaps was ideal for the sake of a peace offering. She went back to the couch and pulled a small bite off of it, sitting it on the floor near where the animal was hiding. She kept the rest of the meat in her hand and sat back, cross-legged, focused on the task at hand.

"Come on," Her voice was quiet, and she attempted to make it soothing despite (admittedly) still being in shock. "Let's get a look at you."