Shit. Ara was out of it too. What a bloody pair they made. Pair. Fuck, she shoves the many implications of that far, far down as she helps the kittens off of the stools, their tiny claws digging into her hands as she does so.

"Let's get you both to bed. You'll both share a room." She adds, spotting the way Anweh'a continues to glue himself to Xahqoh's side, before guiding them towards one of the bedrooms.

"The door will be open, come and find us if you need anything." Fists clenched, she forces the words out, "My mum died too but I had noone to help me. I won't let that happen to you two."

Kids settle she heads back into the kitchen, "Ara," She shakes him, "Sit the fuck down, we need to talk and you look like shit."