[Zenyatta nodded, though he did not take his eyes from the cat; even he could not guess whether he was intent upon his vigil or simply did not quite dare to look at Gabriel, for fear of being looked back upon.

Six feet padded briskly from the room. The omnic bent low over the drawer and drew his hand over the cat's back until she curled away from it, squirming and licking agitatedly at herself.]

There, now. Soon. [His voice sank once more, this time into a soft, conspiratorial whisper.] You have found an excellent sanctuary, my friend, but I am sure you know that. He is- a kind man, at heart. Gentle, and intuitive. You will be safe.

[Two great orange eyes regarded him warily, but not unkindly. He sighed softly and shifted, as if to displace the weigh that settled in his chest.]

Soon.