As ever, she leans happily into the touch, exactly as pliant as the feline Shinji-kun. It's nice to be petted. It's nicer to see Kaworu finally getting himself up and ready for the day, even if she blows a credible raspberry at him for wiping his nose on his sleeve. Messy!

breakfast. she sends, spreading her wings and launching herself for his arm. Her little claws tickle as she grabs on and wraps herself halfway around his slender wrist, tendrils and antennae waving. Pictures of meat and berries and nuts quickly populate the psychic environment; she can't get hungry but she can sure pretend she is.