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He was deeply asleep, mostly, at that moment. Aska had always been quick to wake, though; it was another valuable skill that made him a great servant, really. His first instinct upon waking was to throw an arm over his eyes and pretend he didn't exist; alas, there was a god in his head, and Althai was apparently a sadistic b*****d:

Wakey wakey!! Irritably, he obeyed, cracking open his eyes for a moment. There was something brushing over his leg, though, and...

Something brushing over his leg? Aska opened his eyes and sat up, shielding his eyes from the light; and yes, that was basically a tail draped over his leg. A purple tail. Well, Aska did what any sane man would do, finding himself in bed with a massive cat he hadn't expected to see: He screamed a very embarrassing, unmanly scream, which he would probably deny later, and scrambled out of bed, one hand over his mouth and the other dragging a sheet along after him. Althai laughed in his head and the mild headache started to beat unmercifully, as the carpenter was left to wonder fearfully what exactly he did last night.

No, seriously. What did he do?

Okay, the giant cat was displeased, and he was going to just. Um. Straighten up? Althai kept on laughing and that made it so hard to think straight but he offered the cat a somewhat pained lift of the eyebrows anyway. "Um, I'm sorry," he said, feeling utterly ridiculous for explaining to a cat. "But I'm not entirely sure how you got in my bed?..."

And then he huffed a sigh, because he had preferred the lady sharing his bed when he'd fallen asleep. "This is probably pretty stupid," he admitted to the cat and its (her?) cocked head. "But have you seen a woman, couple of inches taller than me, erm, pointy ears?"

What the hell was so funny, he wondered to Althai's continued amusement, half-turning to try to grab some pants out of the dresser to his back. He would be able to deal with this situation much better if he had pants.

Aska tensed when the cat approached, and almost jumped out of his skin when it rubbed its head against his thigh--his size assessment had been right, its head came up to his hip. Poor dumb mortal, was Althai's uncomforting contribution, finally, as Aska ghosted a hand over the cat's violet fur. "I guess it was a dumb question," he told the cat. "I have never met a talking cat and honestly, I don't know that I want to start." Maybe Whisteria was out in the kitchen or something? Oh, hells, he couldn't have slept through her getting eaten.

Or could he? Maybe if it was a very quiet devouring.

"Met a lot of other strange things though," he sighed finally. "Um, are you hungry? Not that I think you ate anyone."

"You know," he started thoughtfully as the cat prowled back to his bed, "You sort of remind me of--"

And then the cat was Whist, and Aska's pale eyes turned into saucers and Althai started laughing again. When he got over the shock, he crossed the room back to sit on the bed, setting his pants down beside him. "Yeah," he said, "You rather did." Could one physically have a heart attack from a sudden adrenaline crash? He smiled a bit goofily, more relieved than anything. Hells. He'd thought she'd eaten herself. Which was stupid. "It's fine, though. As long as you weren't devoured by anything." He reached out to run his fingers down the side of her face, smiling softly--Althai was quieting down again, and he let the god be. His attention, he thought, would be better spent on the woman.

"Something you do every night, like a warg," he asked, tipping his head a bit. "You know, men and women who turn into wolves at moonrise. Except... more with giant cats. I don't think I've ever seen a cat that big, you know." He thought about it for a moment, biting his lower lip. A thought occurred, possibly nudged along by Althai, and he parroted, "Do you want to have breakfast? I wasn't just offering it to the cat, you know."

Hum. One second things looked more sensible and then the next they were not. Well, that was alright; he smiled into the kiss she gave, and pushed himself up off the bed. "You can have a look around the kitchen," he said, sorting through drawers and pulling on clothes. "But I haven't got much mystical, just cooking herbs. Water usually works alright on me, and all. Do you like eggs?" Oh, yes, Aska had done this plenty of times back home--but it was different when one knew that in a few months, one would be dead. Usually he meant to see if things could go further, become actual relationships, but--

But, echoed Althai, subdued for the first time that day.

Aska smiled at Whisteria. "If you want I can dig up a shirt and some pants or something for you to wear, too," he offered. "I don't have any work due soon so basically it's a free day."

Aska made it all the way to the kitchen, getting down glasses and pouring out water. "Clothes are in the dresser if you need them," he called over his shoulder; the apartment wasn't very big and his voice would carry well, he hoped. In the meantime, he downed a pair of painkiller pills and set about making breakfast. You're sad. Why are you sad? That doesn't make any sense, the god in his head said; Aska huffed and shuffled the contents of his skillet around. He wasn't sad, he was pretty content all things considered.

"Maybe look in the living room?" They had started there, after all.

Predictably, he turned to look at her, and smiled at what he saw. Even if he wasn't used to purple women with long, pointed ears, he could still appreciate them--and he'd always liked seeing women in his shirts. It kindled something sort of warm and possessive in his heart. "Hope so," he said. "There's some water for you on the counter." He nodded his head towards it. "And Motrin, if you want it. I don't know if you have the things for the thing you were going to make. But this'll take a little more time, so, if you need to go get something you can."

He smiled, then, the expression returning easily. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't really know," he admitted. Perhaps Althai knew, but--okay, the grumbles in his head said that Althai had an idea, but he wasn't entirely settled on what exactly it was. "Althai says it's sort of a potion in pill form, as far as he can tell," he translated from the deluge of words about body systems and purging bad things and how in his day there was just a laying on of hands by his chosen clerics.

Where did they all go, the god wondered. Aska had no answers, so instead he said, "It makes pain go away pretty well, in the absence of a Healer."