and the stars in their orbits shone pale through the lightof the brighter, colder moon

It had never been Nadya's intention to break the table, what kind of table couldn't handle the simple weight of a large cat? The sound of the splintering wood was more alarming than the actual fall seeing as the distance was hardly more than three feet though it did make her stomach lurch a bit at the sudden drop. She scuttled away quickly from the scene of the crime back over to Sam. For a moment as she brushed against the fae girl expressing her wish to not have her place destroyed Nadya wished to tell her just how impractical that table was for if it couldn't hold her then how was it supposed to hold the weight of two people. However, the fact that the second person was her brother caused her to blanch quickly and mentally shoved the comment from her mind. It was going to take some getting used to having her brother in a relationship with her employee.

Nadya remained rooted to her spot, golden eyes watching Sam's every movement as she moved over to the futon that looked just as questionable as the table. She was sure there were regular beds available at said thrift store Sam talked about frequenting. In her feline form Nadya was limited to only her body language on communicating with Sam which made it difficult. How to tell Sam that it was better in this form? She was powerful, the world simplified and easier to navigate when in her panther form. An animal was less capable of lingering on emotions like a human and as such it was much better to not feel the weight of the world in pain by letting the animal brain take over. All that could not be expressed to Sam in Nadya's current form but in time perhaps Sam would learn that. The feline's ears twitched in debate whether the floor would be any more comfortable to sleep on than the futon.

Slowly her paws drew her closer to the 'bed' before stopping at its edge to sniff at it in clear debate. Nadya hadn't slept on the floor since her first few days in Sacro which even only two years ago felt like a lifetime away. Apparently Nadya had deemed the futon good enough as she slunk onto it and over to the spot Sam indicated beside her. Nadya flopped down unceremoniously with a huff. She was sure Sam had been exaggerating in its comfortable nature but her feline side was just as stubborn to make an uncomfortable spot comfortable. In true feline fashion though her ebony form lengthened, front paws extending out in front of her in a stretch, claws unsheathing to hook into the fabric of the futon and pull herself forward as she twisted onto her side. Now, if the futon had been of any good quality it would have been able to stand up to the abuse currently being dealt to it. Unfortunately for Sam it wasn't and the blackened jaguar's claws pierced through the worn fabric and dragged four jagged rips over a foot in length when she dragged herself.

The damage hardly seemed to phase her as a new rumble vibrated in her chest; blind it would seem to the thick fluff that now protruded from the gaping holes. It wasn't so much that she was pleased or comfortable but an attempt to make herself, a self-soothing method cats used at times. Her large frame twisted so she went from her side to flipping onto her back and around again. Hadn't Sam ever heard of the warning to not keep large animals as pets?