Re: NM: Cat & Leena
"Do the meds help?" Cat asked, honestly curious and with interest in mossy eyes, despite the deliberate casualness of her tone. She assumed the meds did help, but she was trying not to assume, which was a challenge for someone who spent their entire life jumping without looking. Jumping? It required blind assumptions, but Cat was learning this was not the way to approach a girl who thought so differently about nearly everything. Helena's assertion that, yes, it was hard, earned the girl a nod, acceptance and understanding that didn't require words. Cat would've touched Helena's arm then, but she refrained with a twitch of fingers and nothing more.
She listened about cornbread, and she chuckled at the audible gurgle of Helena's stomach. It was, Cat thought, a good sign, though she struggled to comprehend not eating. Survival had always been tantamount in Cat's life, and her tendency to risk-take and self-sabotage wasn't something she saw as going against that. She nodded again, taking in the girl's words and thinking a moment with slow steps. "And then your body adjusted to not eating, and then it became harder to eat when you did try?" She was asking, putting thoughts into words, and she considered motivations and reading them. "Ah, but you have to be able to read people to a certain degree without being told, kitten. At least in my life and in my line of work, but perhaps it doesn't go hand-in-hand with parenting." She smiled an older, wiser grin, and she chuckled at her own ineptitude. "If you ever need to me to steal a Degas or Monet for you? I can do that without hesitation. The rest? I'm still figuring out." For Cat, it was a rather bold admission.
Cat glanced down the hall toward the rooms, but she didn't step in that direction. She understood there were likely patients down there. "Is the mattress nice? I don't suppose you'll let me break in and smuggle in a feather-topper for you?" She winked, teasing, but she didn't think it was a half bad idea. Cat did love a soft bed. "Do you like your roommate?" she asked. She could always smuggle in two feather-toppers.
"Ah, Repose, well, everyone was panicking because their powers were gone. Or, well, their non-humanity was gone, which I suppose is a different thing altogether." She motioned to herself. "Clearly. Eddie and Stephanie are having trouble. Sasha's sick, but I'm told she's on the mend. Damian's Damian. I haven't heard from anyone else on your father's side of the family." She glanced around absently. "How long do you think you'll stay? Just curiosity, mind. Not rushing."