"I know."

Reluctantly, she let her hand drop, leaving damp marks on Plourr's belly from eager fingers.

She walked fast, practically stalking across the room and looked for a latch. There wasn't one.

Her eyes swung sideways automatically, scanning for options. A table. Big. Heavy. Difficult to move. Sure, it might have been simpler to go back to their quarters, but she wanted Plourr now.

"Help me move this?"