The cat might need a bath, but for right now, he was purring contentedly away in Snow's lap and didn't seem to have any intention of moving out of it. Snow was grateful for it. That this little thing was still left to her was something, even if it wasn't enough, or what she wanted.

She made an attempt to lift a hand, fingers twitching, wrist curving upward. But she could not get her hand to actually leave Socks's back. Her face was pained, perhaps a little ashamed of herself, but she lowered her hand again and continued to pet. She only nodded again, just as slow and jerky as before.