Emmalina stares at Cath, surprised and a bit embarrassed. She thought that was a myth. People joked about cats being smart, of course, but it wasn't like she'd ever met a witch to ask. Griffinmarsh widely considered the thought to be something of an urban legend. Well. She's seen stranger things, recently. If dragons can be easy going and not-princess-eating, cats can talk. (Didn't the stories say only to witches? Well, clearly the stories were lacking anyway.)

"Nice to meet you, Milo, Cath," she responds, with a smaller curtsy for Cath (who is a person!). "I'm Princess Emmalina of Griffinmarsh." She considers him and his offer. "I would love some company. If it isn't an interruption?" She smiles slightly. "I understand there's something of a reunion in progress." And a pretty girl in a garden- her smile slips a bit, but she shoves the thought down.