The sound of water being poured into his dish got the cat's attention. He jumped down off the bed, rubbing Crowley's leg as he darted across the room toward it. Anna watched with the tiniest smile. "He does need a name. I haven't come up with anything yet. And neither of them seem to be any help considering I can't understand them anymore. But I don't think he has one anyway, he's just little."
Anna reached out for the glass of water and leaned back against the mass of pillows on her bed. It hurt to put her back against the headboard, so she was swimming in pillows at this point. She watched Johan lift his head and almost get close enough to Crowley to sniff him, but pull back at the last second. At the very least he was learning. And then Crowley got settled and Anna couldn't help but wonder why. What was keeping him here? Why was he taking care of her like this?