She clings to him even harder and jumps when the cat brushes against her leg, her voice breaking into unintelligible whimpers instead.

Era, in tiger form from the corner of the room, gives a low growl, but doesn't move, his golden eyes trained on the little tabby for a long moment before he, too, huffs in concern. He's not afraid of the tabby, but... his mistress definitely is. He has to trust in Camus to decide what's best for her for now...