"I'm not a cat," the Exarch mutters quietly, his ears dropping low. Not being familiar with 'cat people', he supposes she would not know calling him a cat was rude, but it still rubs him the wrong way.

He's quiet again for a long moment, wondering if it is worth telling even just a small portion of his tale. That she comes from such a different world, one as far removed from his as everyone else's, would at least give her some kind of understanding.

"I might answer that in a moment," he says, quietly. "First, however..."

Oh, this is going to be difficult. It is something he has been so determined not to speak of that even when circumstances mean he must, he finds himself faltering.

"This is not the first time I have found myself in another world. The last was not so distant and alien as this, and nor was the journey unplanned, yet it has still been more than a hundred years since last I saw 'home'."