Anani's ears flattened when Luthien tried to encourage him to play wrestle, but only for a moment. He seemed to opt to ignore the invitation and bat another toy at her, the picture of patience. Valdis glanced at the cat briefly, willing him to not cause any problems.

"You aren't delicate in the slightest," Valdis said, arching a brow, "I don't think it was lack of your experiences, but more of my sensitivity to what I most recognize." She sighed, gaze drifting back to Anani, who was still trying to redirect Luthien's energy, "It was like seeing your thoughts and feelings perfectly reflected in a mirror, except the face isn't yours."

Disorienting indeed. As useful as her empathy was at times, right now it just felt like a curse.

"How are you holding up?"