"As you like." Melodic, was it? It's been a while since she'd heard that one. There are worse compliments she has received, and the quietly amused laugh has an element of very convincing surprise layered on. "I will remember you said that."

And she will remember that his smile seemed a little different after looking at his cat. A shift in sincerity, or perhaps a fondness... it is hard to know so quickly without context, without knowing a person longer, but the change is committed to memory.

"Detlef, Friend of Cats. A very fine title, and rather melodious in its own right." Her tone is almost teasing. The time has come, she thinks, to make her departure. There are matters she feels she must look into, things tugging at her memory, and she nods to the healer respectfully, and then the cat. "My thanks for your aid with my scout. I had better get back to my sad, catless tower."