"Have you not wondered why your half-kneazle clung to your side?" Tom replied, a cloying smile playing at his lips. He remembered still when he’d brought the half-kneazle to her, intending it to be her familiar. The mangled creature had proved as loyal and bloodthirsty as his kind were known for, as the creature clung to her side, and snarled at any, aside from her brother, who came near. "Why he watched over you with such ferocity and took to no other?"