Kieran had slept well, deeply, for the first time in a long time. He woke when he heard someone moving around the house, stretching, before carefully and orking his way out of the coccoon of blankets and cats that had come to join him. "Don't get used to this.... I doubt I'll be here long..." he said softly, petting a couple of the cats that woke when he got up. A sad smile graced his features. He'd been there littlemore than a day, yet he was already growing fond of the cats. He'd never had a pet growing up, and there weren't many cats in their village... not ones that stayed alive very long, at least.

Sighing softly and shaking his head, he pulled on his clothes, nose wrinkling a bit at the smell. He'd have to suck up what bit of pride he had left and ask Jarrth for a change so he could wash his own. Pulling his sweater on, he left the room, keeping the door open a crack so the cats could come and go as they pleased, a few choosing to follow him, including his kitten, whom he opted to carry. The little thing didn't seem to mind. Following the cats, he eventually wound up in the kitchen. He paused at the doorway, unsure if he should disturb Jareth, as he looked to be deep in thought.