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It wasn’t particularly difficult for Cybele to love cats, either. She even loved the hissy ones at the shelter that came out of rough homes, the old ones that scratched when she touched their sore joints, and under the right circumstances she could forgive the guardians that served the Negaverse.

Of course it was easiest of all to love a cat who had just helped her out of a tight spot and who was currently melting into a puddle of purrs at her side. She made sure to stay very generous with the petting. He very much deserved. “Hadaya,” she repeated, her own smile much softer than normal. There was something about him that seemed familiar now that she had the time to think about it. His little outfit was giving her a little déjà vu, but the name was what sparked the memory. “Oh, are you Camelot’s cat?” she asked. “It’s very nice to meet you,” she paused, not sure if that was quite right, “or to see you.” She smiled, anyway, and scratched under his chin.

“My name is Cybele if you hadn’t picked up on that.”

Screaming her name was apparently what it had taken to keep the voices at bay. Thinking of that and looking down at the carnival below, which looked far too bright and cheerful, a bit of the tightness in her shoulders came back and she wasn’t sure how much more she could afford to cuddle her little savior, as much as she wanted to. “I might need to go make sure nothing else is going on,” she said.

Cybele didn't recognize the names that the little cat was throwing around, but he seemed happy enough about his big family. Three people wasn't even that big, she supposed, but a few senshi and a Royal Knight seemed like a lot to Cybele, who didn't know of a single friend who was for sure involved in the war, let alone her own family members.

"If they have children, then everyone will be allowed to call him grandpa," she pointed out, her brow raised and a bit of a mischievous tilt to her grin. It likely wasn't the type of thing he would advertise, but she didn't think Camelot would mind too much, either. He was already the cool headed type, from what she'd seen, and one who didn't mind taking care of others.

She nodded when he said that he was going home, far from judging him. Warm beds seemed like a much better place for a small cat like him than a cold forest filled with monsters did, or a carnival.

Those had a history of being the worst places of them all.

"All right," she said, and she gave him a last good cuddle for the road before she stood back up. "Good night. I'll see you around." She smiled at him, and then was off at a sprint towards the lights.