"Oh, he certainly talks," Zya replied with an irritated glance in Erreth's direction. Erreth pretended not to notice and went back to licking his paw with as much dignity as he could muster. "And unfortunately he chose me, rather than the other way around. Little guy doesn't eat like normal cats, since he isn't actual flesh and blood. Rather, he's solid magical energy, and has to absorb it to stay in this world. People with magical attributes, like myself or any other mage, naturally attract that kind of energy, so it makes his life a whole lot easier to stick around one of us. And I was the unlucky one he happened to stumble upon."
"Not really," Erreth said in between licks, "I saw a bunch of mages before I met you. But yours is a kind of magic I'm especially fond of. It was an Illusionary mage that made me. So since you're one too, I felt especially close to you."
Zya shrugged. "He's irritating at times, but not that bad once you get used to him."
"I'm flattered," Erreth said with the beginnings of a smirk, "That's the first time you've said anything even remotely nice to me."