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Wylin was quite pleased to have this man open up to her, however small the gesture might have been. "See that's the spirit! I promise I don't bite." she chuckled before turning to the other bed, "This one is mine then, wonderful!" She was about to put her familiar down when he climbed up her shoulder and rubbed it's head against her ear, letting out a soft meow. She froze for a second as if processing something, familiars and their witches were known to share bonds in which they understood each other, what the cat had said to her was for her ears only. However she simply placed the cat on the bed and turned around to grab her stuff, her face was still the picture of happiness. She busied her self with unpacking.