His thick winter coat seems like it'd be a good place to sleep. It's been too long since she's had companions, frankly. A stray, she's lived a lone life on the campus streets, watching as her friends and family branch out or be claimed or die. Death has always surrounded her, and she fears it not. But, she admits, this is an honorable recourse. A Chosen is the alternative that isn't foolish.

"I suppose it counts for my purposes," she says with a wave of her paw, settling down for more comfort. "What I demand of a Chosen is protection, of course, and food, and then presence. I take it you would not be offended by my using you as a bed." Because honestly, he is very warm. She wouldn't mind hearing the sound of his heart beating, frankly. It is an intimacy she has been told of, but as a loner, has never felt.

It changes now, she supposes.

"Take me to your home. I would see this place that is to mine now."