[Ugh, Ardyn! Why must you be so much taller than him? Fynn feels hilariously short beside his brother and he's actually 5'10 at best. That's actually not short. Not at all.]

Good point. You at least have better tact than my colleagues. [Just barely, though.] But yeah, chamomile tea with some honey if you don't mind.

And no, I haven't had the displeasure of getting to know any long lost memories. I don't think I would want to either.

[The slow trek to the living room is a slow one. Fynn almost keels over a few times thanks to the cat that keeps weaving in between his legs. Honestly, these little furry hellions aren't cute. They're hideous little fur bastards who are trying their best to trip him up and kill him.

Eventually, Fynn does reach the sofa without killing himself. He ungracefully dumps himself into the couch and let's out a pained gasp. He may or may not just laid down upon a certain black cat.]

Erebus. I know those claws anywhere.

[He leans up so the cat and get free.]