A second chance at life...

Cvetka'd never considered that. Another shot at maintaining a good life—a healthy one. A happy one. Cyrus seems to have achieved it.

Surely...she could too?

Her thoughts were interrupted by his question—'Do you know of humans?' Her gaze lifted to face him, lips slightly pursed. Humans... she mumbled. ...I don't know. She quietly conceded.

Cvetka fell silent for a moment, contemplating the question. The word 'humans' elicited a vivid image of a bipedal being—towering, donning strange accessories upon their furless bodies. Was that what he meant by 'know'?

...I suppose I don't, it was a frustratingly unsatisfactory answer. Cvetka, deep down, could feel that there was some reason why the feeling did not waver.

Yet... what was it?

She scowled.