I've had worse, this is all right. Especially since if I don't like it, I can go back to where it's warm.

She's noticed that the boy seems sore, and thinks a moment. Hold still. I might be able to do something about your shoulders, at least briefly.

She has no embarrassment about leaping lightly up his back, to purr and move around on his back--it's something of a small, impromptu massage, especially since she's not a large cat. No iron paws! And Saash is delicate as she jumps down, circling around to walk through.

Is that a little better? I've never done that before, but I've been told sometimes humans enjoy the feeling of little cat feet. Her whiskers twitched forward in amusement.