"Master is amazing," she said immediately, voice bright and absolutely certain.
The cat girl startled slightly at the sudden confidence, ears twitching.
Luna leaned forward, hands clasped together in front of her chest.
"He's strong," Luna continued, nodding firmly as if this was the most obvious truth in the world. "Really strong. Strong enough that nothing bad ever reaches us when he's around."
She smiled—wide, proud, almost glowing.
"And he's handsome," she added, tail flicking with emphasis. "Very handsome. Tall. Broad. When he stands in front of you, you feel safe. Like the world remembers how to behave."
The cat girl's cheeks warmed faintly. She lowered her gaze, fingers tightening together.
Luna didn't notice—or pretended not to.
"And when Master fights," she went on, eyes shining now, "he doesn't hesitate. He doesn't panic. He just moves. Like he already knows he's going to win."
She hugged herself slightly.
