"Feels nothing like my original home, which is also good." Molly would curl up with him sometimes, but it always felt forced. Like he was taking on the persona of all those sappy Lifetime movies they'd watched together.

This is different. This recalls him and Ulla in the forest, curled up with each other for warmth. Never being alone. His arm goes around her shoulder and his other arm is relaxed (but palm up) so Hjerte can get a couple tentacles on him. He hasn't grabbed a blanket yet, but even just sprawled out on all these pillows, this feels decadent.

He lets out a pleased 'mmm' and lightly leans his head towards hers. "How are you holding up, Ulla? Truly." Inmates are often capable of awful things, but the Cat King just won the prize for Most Horrific Murder on Board in Current Memory. Being in charge of that? Well, it makes him glad for Wu Xin.