"No," Hawke says with a raised eyebrow, then corrects himself abruptly, "I mean, healers and doctors aren't the same thing, not ... yes, I would like to think about her."

He would actually like to take her home today, because he's an impulsive sort of person, but even he knows he probably needs at least a little time to prepare for a cat. She's obviously too small to eat Diesel's food, and cats need smaller leashes, too, right? Maybe he should ask Isabella. She looks like she owns cats.

"Can you hold her for me? Or does it not work like that?"