She watches him go, the corner of her mouth lifting a bit. Just being around him lifts her mood, which is no small feat, as Katya will attest.

She mutters something under her breath and the fish warms up a few degrees in her hands. Maybe tomorrow she will wander down and see if the kitchen has proper dark bread, to go with salt cod. It's an old craving, but one that resurfaces occasionally. She wonders if he'll like it.

She'll not move from her perch until he comes back for her.