#celka

"Mental health professionals?" Dearil hummed thoughtfully and shrugged. "Those are rare nowadays. Typically Love Sorcerers are the ones to become therapists since they have extreme amounts of empathy and healthy coping mechanisms for patients. But ever since most of them were killed off, there's not many decent therapists anymore. As for animals--"

Before Dearil could finish, a soft scratching sound could be heard from the other side of the door. Dearil and Celka looked at each other momentarily- Celka still hasn't really directly introduced themself to the askers and anons and didn't seem likely to- then Celka made their way to the door. They opened it and what they saw....

Was a large cat.

A housecat, not a wildcat.

The feline was many shades of dark colors- black, different shades of gray, and a bit of white here and there. His fur was thick and he was a large cat, clearly a Maine Coon, and his fur almost resembled a lion's mane with how pristine and perfect it was. The cat was also clearly a bit on the older side but that didn't stop him from jumping onto the bed to be with Dearil and the others.

The king smiled just a bit towards the Maine Coon. "Ah, hello Cupcake. Did you come here because you were worried about me?"

Dearil frowned and wrapped an arm around Storm tenderly, still leaving a place for Sunny if they wanted to join. His pale-blue eyes were soft as he observed the group. Quietly, he mumbled something to himself- a spell or incantation, presumably- as the remaining bits of the shadows around the room not touched by light started to move. They formed into a silhouette of flowing, warbling aura made of darkness, and on their forehead there was a singular white star.

"Celka, can you go to the closet and get the extra blankets for the askers there?" The king gently asked, his eyes soft and almost pleading.

The shadow- Celka- stared at Dearil for a moment with those pure white eyes of theirs. They stood up straight and bits of smoke languidly drifted from their body and spread out around their feet across the ground. They took notice of Dearil's eyebags and then the state of the askers and anons before turning away.

They made their way to the nearby closet and lifted their black-colored hand to open it. It only took them a few moments to gather the many blankets- all of them being soft and/or furry or just a nice fabric- and brought them over to the bed. They sat it on the edge and stepped back, allowing the others to grab any blanket.

Dewberry Celka Shirt (Violet)