Sunbeam Lair Could you be more elusive

He seemed to have mistaken her instinctive response as cowardice but the girl doesn't bother to correct him. It's better he think her weak for now, the less notice she might attract to herself. Were his mind sharper he would see a fiery will buried in her molten optics, strength beneath the pale coat. 

Cool eyes watch him enter, offering neither welcome nor hostility. 

He sinks to the floor on long limbs, sharp eyes on the rain outside. The woman who was once Nym feels no tension, but he seems uncomfortable. Pillowing her head upon her paws, her eyes turned back to the outside world, seeing no reason to speak in her halting rasp.