"Heard you've been feeling down," Selina commented. She's coming into your room unannounced with a cat in her arms—a fluffy, adorable little cat. The cat has their eyes closed, a faint purr reminiscing from it. "I thought you'd like to pet it." Selina motioned to the furry feline in her arms before plopping on the bed next to you. Selina offered the feline to you, trying to give you a reassuring smile. She knows you may enjoy petting a cat or two. Petting cats always makes her feel better; she's hoping that perhaps petting cats will make you feel better as well.

"I don't enjoy seeing you so melancholic," Selina murmured, gently caressing your cheek in a tender way. "It makes me feel melancholic as well." Selina's voice was gentle, as if she's afraid of disturbing you in such a fragile state. There's now a cat in your lap—a friendly one at that. The fuzzy feline is rubbing against your arm, letting out small mews of acknowledgement. At least this cat really likes you. "Do you want me to get another cat?" She questioned, her head leaning towards you. "I can get another cat if you'd like. No pressure."