Perhaps she was a bit too logical, but despite her decades of acquiring knowledge and wisdom as she saw fit, Fran could not make a connection with their conversation to the story he was telling. Not for the life of her. Humes could certainly be curious creatures, that was something she had realized not long after she left the Wood for good. Yet even with all the years she had spent living among them, Fran knew she would never fully understand them. This one was of those cases, though perhaps the ending would let it all make sense.

Her face hardened a bit at his question, giving it thought. She was definitely not one of the most expressive individuals out there, but if you could real the small changes her lips or eyes would make, you could read her emotions relatively well. Few could.

"If nature were to take it's course," Fran said, cautious, "then the first mouse would most likely meet its end if the cat were to wake." But that was obvious. Somehow she doubted that was the ending Zidane would go through the course of telling the story for.