Sitting alone in her home was normal for the Forn-Vaenn. Toril Alvar, the cat in question, was fixing a meal for herself. The house was so... lonely. Toril turned from her cooking pot, measly bit of fish and potatoes smelling better by the minute. Her bright green eyes traveled to the bedside table, and her heart ached for a moment. Brant's armlet...
It glittered in the dim light, the green stones adorning the golden band catching her gaze. She slowly looked away from the object, ears falling back. She should just put in a box, tuck it under her bed and forget about it. Store it in a drawer, or... something. Spirits forbid she even consider