[ Fine, she'll stop. But she lets out a small, amused huff at his detail, before shrugging to it. ]

Close enough. At least up until the cat ears and tail.

[ Though, perhaps she should correct him just in case. He can't go around thinking everything is feathered... ]

Not much for touch, are you? Unfortunately, we'll have to make more contact than that if you want to be fixed up.

[ She extends her hand, then, plucking her own half-glove off. ]

Here. Hold it until you feel better. Think good thoughts. It's more effective that way.

[ She does smile wryly but she's never been one to beat around the bush. ]

What's your name, lad?