Rue follows after the owlbeast, perching on the couch's arm, but letting it take up the full space. (And not complaining about feet being up on the cushions either, someone give them an award.) Though their paw lingers at the beast's back, feather to feather, familiar in a way that doesn't quite make sense.

"Please, Raine, make yourself comfortable however you can. My home is your home. However you need to sit or stand to play, you must do what feels right."