Rowen stepped closer, crouching down to the cat's level.
"It's okay," he said again, voice steady. "I'm going to pick you up now."
Next Morning
"Morning," Fern echoed.
Rowen got up, splashed his face with cold water from the basin near the window, and changed into a clean shirt. Fern did his usual floating lap around the room—his version of freshening up.
In the corner, a small counter held a compact kitchen setup. Just enough for simple meals.
Rowen grabb
"Morning," Fern echoed.
Rowen got up, splashed his face with cold water from the basin near the window, and changed into a clean shirt. Fern did his usual floating lap around the room—his version of freshening up.
In the corner, a small counter held a compact kitchen setup. Just enough for simple meals.
Rowen grabb
Rowen got up, splashed his face with cold water from the basin near the window, and changed into a clean shirt. Fern did his usual floating lap around the room—his version of freshening up.
