The cat, Shadowglow was her name, was curled up, cornered between Lummial and the old building, resting beside him for both of their sakes. The Drifter still leaned against the buidling's outter wall as he stared at the sprawling night sky, keeping his eyes open as much as possible - closing them gave him the feeling of the world spinning around him, forcing gags which he fought to keep dry.
A cool breeze blessed Lummial with a lungful of clean air. I still hear you, Brother. No matter what, this is still freedom.
Shadowglow raised her head, alert. Someone was approaching - a friend.
In that moment, Lummial felt a stumbling kick run across his legs. He failed to comprehend her following words; it all happened too fast for his drunken mind to catch. Shadowglow remained peacefully curled, her bright green eyes watching the stranger, who not squatted not too far from Lummial's spot on the street. She's as safe as she looks, the cat informed him.
After a brief moment of inspection, hindered by the innumerable mugs of ale, Lummial had to agree with Shadowglow on their new friend's innocent appearance. It was a relief compared to the dirty city corners he had been frequenting. Something natural; heartwarming, comforting. However, old habits aren't easily broken; Lummial kept a distant mistrust of everyone he met.
Or is that fear? Is this visitor really a potential danger? Traitor? Fairweather friend? Or is fear the only thing controlling me?
Finally he found the strength to force words to his lips, remembering that the woman had asked him something.
"Uh, yes. Yes, thank you. I'm -- uhm -- fine." He coughed hoarsely. "How are you?"