Fiona huffed, wrapping the shawl a little tighter around herself. Well fine then, here she was trying to be nice. Sort of.
She nodded, mute, and followed after her. Her wings were starting to ache with the chill and damp, and her tail- which honestly she hadn't given much thought to until that moment, keeping it wrapped around her leg- did one of those irritated-cat-twitches that seemed to be independent of her conscious thought.
She flushed and reached back to pat her backside lightly, trying to be subtle about it.