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Smiling, Feles took the sheet and wrapped it around himself as best he could. Damned tail... kept getting in the way. Finally, he just tied it aroudn his waist, letting his tail drape over the top of the fabric in the back, since it was rather uncomfortable to have it pinned beneath. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice still as soft a tone as it always had been. Even now, the cat seemed to hate extremes, be it from light, sound or anything else. He moved to sit on the bed again, looking down at the fabric scraps and the plushie in his hands, his tail curling behind him on the bed to tap the end of it lightly against the coverlet.

That led to him oustretching one arm, his hand flexing experimentally. Yep, it was still attached and still his. It just looked different. The tiny claws that had been at the ends of his fingers and toes were now wickedly sharp, and a bit longer than they had been. He wasn't certain if the sharpness was from his activities with the tree, or because of the growing. "Do I look alright?" he asked, murmuring faintly as he watched his own movements in fascination.

Feles turned to face her, head tilted slightly as he regarded her curiously. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked, tail twisting behind him nervously as he watched her. She seemed... distracted almost. Instinctively, he looked down to make sure the sheet was covering him fully. "I'm sorry about that... Half the time, I forget about clothes unless my Kithain catches me and puts them on me himself before I go out wandering."

Now it was his turn to blush. A faint smile crossed his face as he dipped his head forward slightly. "Aranea," he said faintly, reaching to clasp his hand over hers for a moment. "Thanks for dealing with me... I couldn't even say my OWN name half the time." Much as he had when he was a child, Feles still enjoyed others' company... on HIS terms. Aranea was one of the few whose company he enjoyed no matter his mood, and he was grateful that she'd been there for this traumatizing experience.

He couldn't think of any way to express his gratitude, and 'thank you' seemed to not be enough. So he did as he had a few days previously, leaning over to nuzzle against her cheek with his own, a soft purr coming from his throat.

And just like that, his train of thought was shifted. Sitting up again, he smiled, nodding to her. "I can help now..." he said, his mind going over everything he COULD do now. "I can ever reach the books on my own." A wry smirk crossed his lips as both ears pricked forward. "I've been practicing reading, I just couldn't speak well enough to get my point across before."

The slender youth got to his feet, moving to the desk and letting his hands rest on it as he leaned over to look at the notes. "I can help.. just tell me what you need for me to do." Feles had spent most of his existance around books... even in the past, they'd been his lifeline when no one else wanted to be around him. Part of him remembered... and he snarled inwardly at how he'd been treated by the two people who were SUPPOSED to have cared about him. His parents had locked him away from the time he was born, and now he was finally able to fulfill that craving of companionship.

He stopped when he felt his claws digging against the wooden top of the desk, and cleared his throat faintly as he schooled his expression out of the anger he could feel rising. "Between the library, your books and my own, we should be able to find out just about anything. If that fails, I'll send my Kithain to get what we need."

He listened, nodding... perhaps he'd be able to help. At her question, however, he pulled his hands back, one rubbing at the wrist of the other. "Sorry. Just memories coming back..." as if that explained it all, he turned to her then, his expression normal once more. "Perhaps I can rewrite the notes so that they'll be more legible?"

"The sooner I can stop being dead weight around here, the better," he said, smiling to her and not moving away from the touch on his arm. He liked contact... he just didn't like it when he didn't want it. Right now, everything felt new to him, and things were presenting themselves with new insights.

Like the way Aranea's mouth quirked slightly when she smiled. Why hadn't he noticed that before? One hand reached up, and without so much as a by-your-leave, he let his claws catch a few strands of hair that had fallen over her face, tucking them behind her ear.

"Just let me take the ones that you want transcribed.... I'll work on them and have them back to you by tomorrow."

The flush returned as he looked down. "I suppose I should. I don't care one way or another, but others might have something to say about it." He took the papers from her gratefully, making a mental note to send Youko for paper, a quill and ink. "I'll have these to you as soon as I finish them." He lifted his gaze then, smiling in return. It seemed to be infectious around him. "Thank you for all of your help." He turned back to the bed then, scooping up the rest of his things.