David ran a hand through his hair and turned to glance at her. "Okay? Well yes, I suppose it is, I just find myself at a bit of a loss, you see. I don't really know how to start."
Iestyn followed Aderyn in and closed the door behind him, looking around the living area. It was modest but homely, worn and tidy, well-lived in. A large ginger cat reclined on a threadbare sofa with a crocheted throw across it, his tail twitching at the intruders.
"Oh, that's Bryn II," David said, noticing Iestyn pausing near. "He's too old to bother running away, but let him greet you first. Little Daisy is around somewhere." He poured out the hot water and went to the fridge to fetch the milk. Iestyn held his fingertips out for the cat to sniff, then gently scritched him behind the ear, setting off a purr like a freight train.
"Bryn II?" he queried.
"Yes, the ill-begotten offspring of a cat I had when Bridget was..." He trailed off, the grief creasing his features momentarily.