Stuck with you

Gwenevere kept the kitten tucked protectively between her forelegs despite the younger female's assurances. She gave her a tight smile, striving to keep her friendly demeanor despite the fact that being called such a condescending pet name ruffled her feathers. "Forgive me if I don't take the word of a stranger as fact," she told the woman dryly. A sigh barely breathed past her jaws then, and she capitulated a little, nudging the kitten a couple kitten-sized steps in front of her, where she could still reach her at an instant's notice. "She burned her pawpad on the boiling black goo. Do you have anything for burns?"