"Thank you," Ravage breathes out, although he's wondering how everyone seems to know he needs pillows these days. "You are very kind, Fujin."

Probably more than I deserve, Ravage thinks as he settles into the pillows like they were a nest, barely remembering to keep his claws in as he kneads them a little before lying all the way down.

In very short order, the cat-mech is purring drowsily into the softness, a sound that's half big-cat rumble, half idling engine.