[Stalk reaches to scratch behind Lying Cat's ears, giving her a hesitant smile. As long as he has a woman taking care of him Will be fine. Or so she thought, because glancing up at the man he... certainly doesn't seem to be on his best moment.

She squirms closer, the legs skittering with a clack-clack-clack as she movies (she hates these wooden floors in the cabins).]

I am here. I don't know how, or why, and I'm not entire sure this isn't some elaborate prank- but I do know I'm here.

And I need you to be well so I can stay mad at you tell me what's going on.