"One of the kinds of the Forest Folk, Miss Rey," Carlisle clarifies, setting a few items upon the nightstand: a piece of paper with a glyph drawn on it, then the two mugs, followed by a small, round bottle with a few leaves in it. Those leaves go into the mugs before he conjures the water to fill them, the magic taking no more than a simple gesture with one hand.

He pauses before activating the glyph, a somber smile wearing into his face as he thinks of the kitten-kind, then of others like them, particularly one Rey would know. "You know, I used to think Shadow was one of the Forest Folk. How wrong I was."