Hushed Willows by every half-wit of distinction she keeps around

The cats; she laughed again at that. It was easy to laugh now, when they were far away and gone. There was a deep hatred within her for them, knowing that they had brought the illness that had killed Lana. But wouldn't her friend have laughed, albeit wryly, to know that cats would bring about her demise?

Some day, in another world, they'd giggle about it together.

But now this was interesting! His impulsive remark brought a sly smile to her face, and Lily nudged him, eyes sparkling. "I missed you, too," she admitted, voice walking the line between teasing and sincerity. In truth, it was the latter. He had become a great friend to her, these past few moons. She hadn't previously considered the possibility of more, but then. . .Vilkas had started as a good friend, too, right?