I had intended to swap out some of my weapons in my armament closet. But Amalourne doesn’t like weapons. She does, however, like books. “Let’s go somewhere you’ll enjoy more,” I said. Amalourne meowed to me, and adjusted her paws so one was on either side of my neck and she could rest her chin on my shoulder, giving a warm little cat hug that I’d become stupidly fond of—though at least I wasn’t alone in this, as Ker and even Aristide enjoyed Amalourne’s hugs, too.
lol & it's more from a sense of terror of falling. ;P
