It would be quite a stupid rat who wouldn't be wary of a cat, though... ah. If I'm not mistaken, that's our friend Mr. Mittens. Or Miss Mittens. [As though its sex makes the least difference. Fuu is still surprised that the cat was friendly to them, but it may be too much to expect the same for their rats, so she's glad that Ivaera sets Garahel to keep an eye on them.] Does this mean it's that young girl's home?

[She climbs up on the seat of the wagon and stands on tiptoe. It looks like there's a cat door. But she can hear music... that probably means there are people in there now.]

I suppose we are small enough to slip in unnoticed? But we'll have to be very careful not to be seen. Without our wings, we're at a distinct disadvantage for fleeing, and I don't want to be caught in a jar like a stick insect.

[SURE, FUU, PUT THAT IMAGE INTO EVERYONE'S HEAD.]