( Not graceful at all, and Lavellan lets out a small chuckle at the entire affair. Neither of them seemed very good at this -- cat nor elf. But they managed, and so her look turns from amused to proud. )

There. That wasn't so bad, was it? ( It was, in fact, that bad. She doesn't move to stand, and instead reaches forward-- not touching the cat again, but leaving her hand out for him to sniff and permission to pet. If he'll give it, of course. ) I can't say I would have be any better at it.

( On account of missing a limb. She's quiet for another moment, and then: ) Alright then, I think that's enough adventure for one day. ( She fully intends to go back to her caravan, sans cat. After all, what interest would an animal have to follow her for that long? )