Simon had been running from monsters for hours. Finally sitting down to catch his breath. Reaching for a water bottle in his dark green bag. Taking a big chug from it, putting to His lips and closing His eyes like it was the first cup of cold water after being in the desert all His life.

After sitting for around 10 minuets, his ears practically perking up at the sound of a echoed bell jingling. He sat the water down, closing the cap to it. He sat up and followed the sound, seeing a small black cat licking its paw..

His eyes widen, and for the first time in a long time. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He crouched down and looked at you.

"..hello.."

He mumbled, his Swedish accent adjacent. His hand reaching out and petting your ears.