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The cat appeared to ignore the apology, but she was grateful the familiar understood and her ears perked up slightly as a result.

Aside from a comment made underneath the kitsune's breath that only one with keen hearing could notice, the familiar and his mistress' conversation took a less serious turn as 'Sable' offered Amelia a piggyback ride.  Aside from listening to the discussions of others, Megstamia spent most of the trip looking down at her mistress and periodically running a hand through her owner's hair.  Aside from the fact that the hair felt like fur, Eirwen seemed to react normally as she continued to breathe softly.

It was odd in a way, a kitten petting a human.  But Tamia felt that being petted like this would help herself sleep, so she did the same thing for her mistress in the hope that she would keep her eyes closed for as long as possible.  The more sleep Eirwen had, the better mood she would be in.  Right?

Soon the party had stopped, and after setting up the pavilion for her mistress she had been ordered to cook some food.  Crouching over the small fire, Tamia worked on grilling a variety of rich vegetables, meat, and some mushrooms to create a well varied meal, allowing her nose as a scale to measure the amount of spices and butter necessary.

Looking back at her mistress the slave gulped as she finished her preparations.  Megstamia knew the platter could have had better presentation, but her owner appeared to be hungry and the proper equipment of a standard kitchen wasn't brought along with the caravan.  The servant had worked in the kitchens since she was a small kitten, so unless she had made a mistake or the cargo was rotten the meal would be both tasty and nutritious.  Still, the slave was scared of being punished for a mistake.

After pouring what she had just cooked from the blackened pot into a bowl, she found the appropriate silverware and a slice of bread before kneeling next to her mistress and offering it.

[color=wheat]"Mistress, this slave hopes that meal is to your satisfaction."[/color]  Her wheat colored ears were only halfway up, a little terrified that she would be thrown to the beasts if her cooking had failed, but at the same time confident that she had done well.