Felih's already making plans to take the dirty clothes they'd been wearing and wash them thoroughly, mend them, make them ready and fit to wear again. It will help the kits to still have something of their own to wear, something from their tribe. And he must pen a letter- the Moogles will deliver it soon enough.

Felih's purring as he watches over the kittens. It's that parental instinct kicking in hard, and seeing them peacefully sleeping in the nest he'd prepared makes his heart feel warm and soothed. It helps that he has his mate to snuggle up to, his Elezen lover that he's bonded so much with. He tilts his head into the kiss to his hair, cuddling against his beloved, before nuzzling along his jaw.

"I'm glad that they were coaxed by familiar food... kittens are picky eaters, but they know food from home without a doubt. And they'll be safe," he murmurs, kissing Ignis on the collarbone. "Thank the Twelve we're already staying here in Ul'dah. The trip won't be so long, this way... I can't imagine how rough their journey would've been if we'd found them at home proper in Limsa."