"We always want what we can't have." Her response was half lost as she placed the purring, not quite sold on the whole experience kitten back in his space. When he settled on the pillow again, she gingerly ran one finger over his skull and down along his spine. He was bony, in the way of the young and growing.

They're so fragile at this age. Fathoming how people, sentients, whatever thought it was appropriate to not keep close watch on such young animals. Too easy for them to get hurt, and she hadn't seen anyone (or anything) near-by who looked like a medical officer.