We can make room for a cat. Pess isn't territorial.

[He actually has no idea how Pess would take to a cat, but she does well enough with Miles and he's practically a cat as it is, so it's probably fine.

Regardless, they make their way into the bedroom and he lets Nyx get himself situated first, circling around to the opposite side of the bed and pulling back the top layer of blankets far enough for him to slide underneath them and re-tuck them over his legs. Might as well get cozy, he reflects; likely they'll be here a while, and it's probably not going to be an easy conversation.]

Tell me about the king, I think. Or — whichever makes more sense to start with. You'd know better than I would.