Carlisle is about to go into the cultural significance behind the attire of the Forest Folk, but Rey beats him to it by bringing up the one-eyed cat. He closes his mouth, having opened it in preparation for a slew of words, as he eyes the cyclopean feline once more.

"O- of course," he says, pressing a finger to the glyph on the paper. The lines light up as energy flows into them, the water in the mugs coming to a boil. "I assume he is rather protective of you in- in times like these, with how the city has been as of late."