Laina had been pacing around the room for a few minutes, thinking of her next course of action. Seeing as Margaret was not in the room, she wondered where her handmaiden had gone.
"If she went out to get something, she should be returning soon. I should probably just wait for her here," Laina muttered to herself.
She looked down at Titan, who paced the room with her. She led him over to the sofa and sat down. She gently tapped her hand on the empty sofa space next to her. Titan immediately knew what she meant.
He leaped up onto the chair and laid down his paws. He gently rested his head on her lap, allowing her to stroke his fur. Laina laid her head down upon Titan's back. His soft warm fur enveloped her like a soft fur blanket.
"You, my boy, have such soft fur," she chimed as she stroked him.
