Pretty soon, she's feeling a lot better and she's stretching, if not a bit carefully so as to not dislodge the cat. Cradling him in one arm, she gets to her feet, a little unsteadily still but much better than before.

"No collar," she muses, scratching beneath his chin. "I guess, if no one claims you, I can see about finding you somewhere to stay."

She's not much of an animal person herself, even something like a cat, but she's sure she could find a place for him to live. People like cats, right?