For Carlisle's sake and Rey's own, it's a subject that is better off dropped. Especially so soon after her becoming cognizant of the world again.

There's a nightstand next to her bed for the mugs, so Rey doesn't have to move very far to reach for it when the tea would be prepared. She doesn't spend much time on the bed, but something tells her that the floor is not an ideal place to rest in her current state.

"Kitten-kind?" Rey echoes, thinking that he might mean a different sort of animal than the house cat and... whatever the hell Tripod is.