[ Yan watches him with shrewd eyes, following the way he moves. It’s at least more subtle like this, the manner she observes him when he strips off his shirt (because he’s handsome?). She tries not to stare too much, but it’s easier for her to appreciate Peter when she’s less terrified of the potential that he means to skin her – or worse.

But as he looks over at her, she nods, resting her head on her paws with a little murmur that’s not quite a bark. She’s slept in weirder, more uncomfortable places before, and as far as she’s concerned, with a bed under her and the relative, comfortable warmth of being indoors and close to another body, she has no need to complain. Part of her feels safer like this, more normal and natural – but maybe that’s just because this form doesn’t draw the same attention her human one can. Occasionally, there’s something to be said for being treated like an animal; it can be a less objectionable objectification. ]