[Her explanations leave much to be desired, even Ren knows that, and she doesn't expect people to look at her with understanding when she's asked to justify whatever thoughts and feelings she has.

But cats always get her. Whether they speak in human languages or nyas, they understand. It's why she loves them. It's why she found safety and comfort in their presence-because they understood when she was happy or scared. They didn't need words for it and Murasaki, who she worried wouldn't understand, because for once she has to use words to convey ideas-

He gets it. Like every other cat. Better than the other cats because he's a special one that reminds her with every Ren-chan and good job why she's lucky to have met him. He always makes her feel like she did something right. Something good. A feeling that was completely foreign to her until arriving on the island and one she feels with increasing frequency every passing day. Thanks to him, to the elves, to Guzma, to Kidwun and Drifter-people who look at her with kind smiles and let her drape them in flowers and allow her to catch glimpses of their hearts. She knows it's impossible for her to ever fully put into words what makes their hearts shine in that beautiful, special way that only she can apparently see, but it's enough that Murasaki understands. It makes her beam from ear to ear and- ]

If you don't remember sometimes, that's okay. I'll do a good job explaining it again. I won't let you forget why your heart is pretty.

[She lets her hands drop from the half done braids on his head to his shoulders and if he doesn't move, she's going to bury her face into his back.

He's such a good boy.]