The music most certainly helps--though Autor is turning it over in his kitty brain: what changed? Why is she playing it again? His thoughts are derailed by her tea, which he takes a moment to stop and indulge in gratefully.

The next time he finds something soft, he stops to knead it, satisfied with his exploration for now. Suddenly sleepy, Autor tucks his paws beneath him, content to flick his ears in Oswin's direction and soak up the pleasantness of her room.