“She doesn’t like to be touched,” I said holding his wrist firmly in midair.
He looked at the paw still resting on my hand then back to me brows raised in question.
“If she wants contact, she will initiate it,” I said in response.
It is alright; I’ve studied his heart and I trust him, as should you, the cat said before taking her paw from my hand and raising it toward Turin’s.
I could not believe my ears. It was one thing for Arandur and Xander to trust Turin, but animals could see into one’s soul. What was she seeing that I wasn’t, or was she so close to death that her perception was skewed? I shook my head and started to translate, “She said…” I began letting go of his wrist.
“I know, she is speaking to me as well,” Turin said his tone soft and understanding, his hand slowly lowering under the paw so the cat to make first contact.
Observe, young one, all is not as it seems, she said lowering her paw.
Turin acknowledged the rarity of the moment by bowing his head to her. A tear ran down his cheek before he spoke. “I’ll prepare something to comfort you old one,” he said, turned to his pack and prepared to brew the tisane.