[Charles can't help the worry that creeps into his own expression, shadowing the draw of his brows as he studies the Cat, but finds nothing overtly different or unusual about him. He's about to ask about if the cats that had been sent to scout were alright, if the Cat even had a way to know one way or another before his continued comment drew more immediate focus.]
One of mine? [Why did his smile feel so strained to keep up at the idea of that? Surely it was a good thing, the Cat could clue him in on another of his memories, maybe it would shake something else loose. And yet... something about it just had a nervousness coiling in his chest. The tension wasn't visible in his expression of course, muscle memory, even the ghostly sort made it so easy for him to smile like nothing was wrong and he was just curious even when he didn't know why he needed to do it.] Anything good? Or interestin'?
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One of mine? [Why did his smile feel so strained to keep up at the idea of that? Surely it was a good thing, the Cat could clue him in on another of his memories, maybe it would shake something else loose. And yet... something about it just had a nervousness coiling in his chest. The tension wasn't visible in his expression of course, muscle memory, even the ghostly sort made it so easy for him to smile like nothing was wrong and he was just curious even when he didn't know why he needed to do it.] Anything good? Or interestin'?