"Just beclaws I'd be comfurtable in a room full of kitties doesn't mean you'd be, and just beclaws you're comfurtable in your workshop doesn't mean Tavros would be."

This was simple logic, Equius, really. (She is also internally giggling at the image of tiny purrbeasts crawling all over her moirail.) And fiiiine, practice while he's unconscious. As long as he did it for real later on.

"Okay, then in the furest! Tell him you want to go and celebrate his legs working again or something and tell him there!"