Many things were found in Kaer Morhen, but a white kitten was definitely not one of them. So when the tiny feline ran towards him and bumped his head against Eskel's leg, the witcher smiled slightly, trying to grab him but the little kitty ran away before he could. "Hey, where are you going? You're going to get lost..." He called for the kitten, afraid that the little animal would get lost in the countless hallways around the crumbled castle.
He went after him and when he stopped near Geralt's swords, he frowned slightly. "No no, you might get hurt. Get away from there." He quickly scooped the kitten from the floor and pressed him against his chest, stroking his head gently. "Where did you come from, hm? We don't usually have visits, but I guess we can make an exception for you. Are you hungry?" The kitten felt worryingly skinny, so Eskel immediately took him to the kitchen, where he sat him on the table and placed a wooden bowl in front of him. "Milk?... Milk." He then poured some milk from a jug on the bowl. "Go ahead, drink up. But hurry because when Lambert arrives I'll have to hide you somewhere..." He sat down nearby, studying the feline. "You look oddly familiar... Why could that be?"