[So she was from a small village like himself... Normally it wouldn't matter, but it is a bit of a nice feeling to have some kind of similarity. However, his brows furrow at the mention of her mother and its his turn to squeeze her hand and give her comfort.]
...I'm sorry. I take it the cat is the one you talked about before.
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...I'm sorry. I take it the cat is the one you talked about before.
[Yes, he does indeed remember that conversation.]