[ a-ah. a hug. not that long ago, she told him that she didn't mind hugs from him. after the initial stiffening in shock, the cat in his arms relaxed and even buried her face in his shoulder. that was... scary. honestly. those yeti were WAY bigger than her and yato got hurt. his relief is palpable so she doesn't fight this.

the sound of his hitching breath worries her terribly, though.

once he pats her head, she feels her stomach loop and flip but sets it aside once he admits it hurts. yeah, maybe running off on her own isn't a good idea, but she can't stand here and do nothing either. luckily, yato has a downright brilliant idea. why didn't she think of that? ]

Of course. You're made of ice and snow is-- be right back!! [ she cries, dashing off to that pile of snow she was stuck in and figuring out a way to make a snowball out of it. she ends up piling it all on her stomach and then curling it into a ball before carrying it over in her paws. they're freezing but it doesn't matter.

without a word, she moves behind him and squints for the worst chips in his body. then she grabs pawfuls of snow and packs it in as gently as she can, still mindful if he's in pain or not. ]

At least, after this, we can go save the queen and... go back home. I'll get a fire going and we can make cocoa again...

[ home. the treehouse. ]