"She is a cat, Yrael. I think she manages just fine on her own, with pretending." Svava sips her drink. "Gods know she's had enough fun pretending that my toes under the bed covers are something that should be attacked."

Then she smiles faintly, looking between the two. "You both should.... there is probably a lot to say."

And given that Astarael hasn't said anything that Svava has heard...