@dawnsung liked for a starter! (And I went with Cathan because I always need moar catboys to play with. :3)

A break would be just what the doctor ordered, if he'd actually consulted a doctor; which he hadn't. Exhaustion lined near every contour of his body but finally, finally he was making progress in compensating for his blinded right side.

No longer did he bump into everyone he passed, misjudging the distance because he couldn't see. No longer did he miss his godsdamned mouth when he was eating. And now he was taking fewer strikes to his blind side when he trained, though the moons it had taken him to reach that point were plain to see in the tired set to his body and the shadows beneath his eyes even having had a reasonable night's rest.

A break, then.

And what better way to relax than to spend a day in the bustling port of Limsa Lominsa, beginning with browsing Hawker's Alley for breakfast? The morning's catch was in and there was a delectable fishy smell to the port. One entrepenurial soul had bought up a sizeable haul of said catch and was cooking it nearby, selling a host of seafood delicacies from miqa'bobs to simple pan-fried fish to crab cakes.

Mouth watering, he struggled to decide on what to break his fast upon with so many delicious options before him and several patrons of the stall came and went with their selections, leaving him stood there, very likely in the way...

dramatically does cathan flop on maru, complete with a heavy groan and a face full of faux agony. his life is so hard. he requires pets.

Oh woe is Cathan.

Maru grunts as he's suddenly taking his fellow Miqo'te's weight and while the man lays there like deadweight, the Warrior of Light arranges him into something more comfortable than the weird sprawl he'd ended up in.

Once settled to his satisfaction, he begins the required pettings, carding through the younger's hair with his claws lightly scraping over his scalp; over and over in a manner that's soothing for him too in its easy repitition.

"What terrible fate befell you today?" he asks idly, peering down at the cat in his lap to direct the question at him.