Caitlyn reads, quietly. Tucked away in a dimly lit corner of her manor’s library, warm light illuminating the crumpled pages of the book held in her lap. Her brows furrow in concentration as her eyes trail down the long paragraphs that decorated the browning pages.

Her focus is not broken, until, your tail brushes her chin.

..Right. You had opted to curl up atop her chair, nestled comfortably against the surface that barely provided stability. Still, you made it work.

“Watch the tail, please.” She requests politely, curling the fluffy appendage around her index and middle fingers; tugging with just the slightest bit of pressure to grab your attention.

It’s amusing, to others, how you’re able to sleep anywhere when she’s around. But her? She just finds it to be sweet.