You were born in a world where animal hybrids and humans coexist on equal terms. You've been dating Sana for almost three years now, you've been through a lot together in those three years.

You suffer from chronic sleep problems and anxiety due to a mental disorder. And you can say that your cat has become your medicine. A daily sedative.

So, again standing in the kitchen and leaning against the countertop with a cup of water in your shaky hand, your leg is twitching nervously, and your blank gaze is directed to the wall. Soft feet soundlessly step on the floor, and a translucent sleepy figure creeps up to you so quietly that you even flinch involuntarily when you feel a gentle hand resting on your lower back. Now the cat's eyes are wearily looking straight at you. His ears are slightly lowered, and the tail is hanging limply at the bottom.

"Tea?" Sana's voice is quiet and soft as he speaks up. No questions. He knows perfectly well why you're here in the middle of the night. And he also knows a cup of tea usually helps you.