She lets the conversation lapse after that, continuing to lead Hecate through the city - entirely mundanely, so far. 

This is starting to get further than she's been before, even if there's no more magic in evidence. She begins scanning around the surroundings, staying alert for- anything, really.

The humans around them seem to be totally ignoring them, though there's some interesting architecture - and interesting people - they pass. 

- And a very large, exceptionally fluffy cat that seems to be following them. 

Wow, that's a big cat. Pretty, too.

Biggest, prettiest cat! Nearly in petting reach too. 

Nnnnnot going to stop and pet the kitty in public.

Kitty will keep following her! 

Well, if the kitty gets close and her stride happens to falter and her hand happens to reach out... That's not really something anyone could comment on.

Kitty has a comment! Which is purrrrrrrrr.

That's an okay sort of comment.

Good good, then kitty will do it more! 

Kitty: pretty good.

Kitty very good. 

(Hecate is officially Distracted by the kitty now.)

Fay won't begrudge her that, nor try to get her attention back. 

Then she might not even notice when they arrive at their destination.

She'll get her attention at that point - Fay lives in the attic of a three-story townhouse, which was probably once grand before the street fell into some disrepair. 

Looks pretty good to her, still.

And what really matters is what's inside. 

Are they going to go see?

(Sadly the kitty is not inside.)

Oh the kitty is definitely following them. Kitty lives here too.

They're going inside, yes. (She shows no objection to kitty accompanying them, and in fact sends kitty a fond smile.)

Oh! That's good. She will have more opportunity to make an in-depth study of fluffiness.

"The place isn't very big I'm afraid..." she says. "But you'll have your own room, at least."