[Honey]

Luckily, in his momentary pause at the stairs to fetch the blanket from the floor he was not ambushed by the cat--though he did not linger on the stairs and impatiently fled upstairs to avoid more than the scratches he earned on his arms. As a last minute thought, his mind fled to closing the cellar door so as not to have any midnight attacks, but he decided against it, and instead nudged the door shut just a smidgen before fleeing for the bedroom.

Upon entering the dark room, he could make out the other hiding beneath his comforter, and calmly coming over he reached for the edge of the blanket to pry it away. "She is not usually so mean, but she managed to get her claws into you. Let me see your hand. I can give you some band-aids to fix it up."