welcome home | p, venus

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]The sound of Venus's voice drew her nearer, and Ophelia offered them a warm smile when her eyes landed on them. They looked a little worse for wear, but she was sure they were in good paws. It wouldn't be long before they were allowed to move out to their own home. Somehow, the thought made her a little sad. That is, the thought of someone so young being left to their own devices for so long. Reinvigorated by that, she stepped forward, face scrunching just a bit in something easily seen as concern when Venus sucked in a breath as they shifted about.

"I am here to bring you some welcome home gifts, though I suppose they could also count as get well soon gifts." she said, stopping when she was in front of the younger feline. She shifted to sit down, moving her wing out of the way to gain access to her bag. She rifled around for a second, then produced a box from inside, placing it down between them. "It's not much, but... I do hope you like it." With that, she lifted off the top for them, presenting a roasted turkey breast, cut up and layered to fill the box a little better. There was a napkin underneath the food to soak up most of the moisture as it was transported as to not ruin her bag. "I wasn't sure what you'd prefer, so I made an educated guess. I hope it suffices."