Yet the warmth is not the only thing Whisker feels.
She feels a sort of dread floating over her like mist.
As if something terribly powerful is nearby.
Through experience she knows not to ignore feelings like these, they're hardly wrong.
And yet she does ignore it.
No big deal. Can't be correct all the time!
It's surely . . . nothing.
Whisker stops a moment to think then gives a little shrug. "Iron and mewlachite ore are always useful! Can't ever have enough, really." she purrs.
"Earth and light crystals too, especially since they're less abundant!"
A pause.
"Meownster materials, too!" she meows and glances back at him cheerfully.
The other's hand is oddly warm as she holds it.
That's fine.
Nothing that weird actually.
There could be plenty of reasons for that after all! Like having eaten something warm beforehand (even though she smells nothing), or having worn gloves!
Or something!
Should she really ask this anxious and bizarre individual to hunt monsters with her? Somehow she feels like that might be a bad idea.
"Not too important right meow though... We can stay away furom meownsters if you purrfer!" Whisker adds amicably.
