“I know, but I shouldn’t sit for too long either. That’s as bad as doing too much,” she assures them, knowing she needs to be active to a degree to ward off the worst of the fatigue. Bringing the sealed box over, she sets it on the couch, and heads for the kitchen to get a knife for opening it. By the time she walks back, her stride has improved in both cadence and length. The knife of course is immediately offered to Feste so they can open the box.

Rather than climbing back up on the couch next to Feste, Nel sits down on the floor so they have a place to work together. Accepting the blanketing without fuss, she is surprised when Bells abandons a perfectly good lap to pin her angled legs down instead. Tilting her head, she reaches to scritch behind the cat’s ear, “Huh... You were fixated on Feste a second ago.”