Upon returning to his room, Alm finds Sir Purr covered in mud! “Mrow!”
“…What have you been up to?” Alm finds himself flabbergasted enough to ask. Where was there enough mud for his cat to get covered in it? When did it happen? And most importantly… just why did Sir Purr see it fit to track mud all over his room?
“Gods, cleaning this is going to be a real challenge…” He mutters to himself, and even then merely unclasps his gauntlets and arm guards, then picks up the cat into his arms with a resigned smile on his face.
Oh well, it was a good thing he didn’t make too much of a fuss for baths. “You’re going for a little swim, mister.” And then he was going to have to clean up the room and all the cloths that his pet got dirty.