She lied back on the bed, eyes closed. The staff nearby, wrapped in leather. She wore her nightgown, a blue, wool robe. She found herself unable to sleep, eyes staring up at the ceiling above. She'd been lying there for a long time, or what felt like a long time. She had to take breaks from the staff. She knew that in the wrong hands, the artifact would drive a less willful person absolutely insane. That, she could not morally let happen.
"But it would be funny, wouldn't it?"
A small voice drawled from her left, near the wall. She felt the brush of silken hair, followed by a growling purr. Her eyes wandered to the voice, only to see the void of pupilless eyes staring right back at her. Thick, black hair which seemed to cling to the shadows of the room. A midnight cat. This dark feline, bound to her soul like some sinister anchor. This tie she had with him. Was it because she loved him, or was it the soulbind of familiars? She didn't know.
The cat stared at her for some time, fog billowing from his nostrils on occasion. Searchingly. He seemed to smile, then, flashing sharpened teeth. The cat rolled over against her, letting his soft fur brush her arm. He knew how to manipulate a human well enough.
"Come. It would be funny. Human, drooling on the floor, yes. Beating face on wall."
She wished he had a better grasp of common, despite his intelligence. The cat gave what appeared to be a sigh, following by a grunt. He rolled over again, half-lid eyes locking on hers now.
"The Mistress is changing, I can tell."