Dinner pls

It was rather strange how she could feel attached to a kitten so quickly. Especially considering the fact that she could watch happenings like the Conclave without batting an eye. Sometimes, animals were simply easier to relate to than people. Their intentions were usually clear and there was no way for them to talk back. Besides, it was nice to have something to care for again. As a young adult, Arawn had always taken care of her younger siblings. As time passed, they outgrew their need for supervision and she never ended up having any children of her own. As she carried the cat towards the rug, she wondered if she wanted any. If so, the clock was ticking. But she was a busy woman, putting her job and, above everything, her people first. Maybe she simply wasn’t made for motherhood. She watched the animal succumb to his slumber, before she got up to get ready for bed as well. She then quietly got rid of her armor, trying to avoid making any unexpected sounds, and slipped into bed. The fire burnt out after a while and it didn't take much time for her to fall asleep afterwards.