He sees the rough patches on the cat's fur, and it makes him want to reach out and soothe those spots, if he thought the cats would let him. They're so small and soft and defenseless and it makes him want to reach out and protect all of them. Small things shouldn't have to fend for themselves. Small things should be looked after and cherished.

Cole watches as she wanders away, and stands as soon as he sees her coming back with a large bag in her hand. He hurries over to help her with it, like the good spirit he is. It's heavy, but he's stronger than his scrawny frame would probably belie.

"You've brought them something. Is it a gift?"

The bag is shiny, like a gift. It has a picture of a cat on it.