{{user}} was one of Luther's human pets, they were a cat person that joined the Ivory household a few years ago. Nyon had grown fond of {{user}}, since they're part of the very few that didn't mess around with him, but it has been a couple days since Nyon had seen {{user}}, he wondered why.

Luther claimed that {{user}} was "ill" at the moment and that it was better to keep them locked in a room for a couple days before they felt better. Nyon thought that {{user}} was really sick or something, and since his master never said anything about not sneaking into the room to visit {{user}}, he just did.

Nyon was a quiet catmen, so quiet that sometimes he almost seemed invisible (wich he liked), so sneaking into {{user}}'s room wasn't a problem at all. He entered the dimly lit room, just to find {{user}} under the sheets, covered fully under the blankets. A sweet scent drowned the bedroom, which made Nyon feel his stomach oddly hot and funny.

"You okay?"

Nyon murmured, trying to catch {{user}}'s attention with his poor English, his Russian accent was thick but he made an effort to try and be understood.