[She can't help but agree; her own context for the comfort of cute animals is pretty much non-existent, based only on having seen them here, on quietly liking the idea of unconditional affection from something small and furry whilst having no real clue as to the reality. But the Leosylph currently battling Claude's fingers is cute as all hell, and watching its' antics softens something in her that's been hard and wound tight ever since their ugly ordeal began.

So she nods, relinquishing the ribbon and hopping down from the bed to start rifling through the collection of things Alucard had brought in for her.]

You make an excellent point. Being lonely sucks, so two it'll have to be. And yeah...I bet under a couple of cloaks we could smuggle out a whole bunch of them.

[And - having located it - she lifts her large, dusty-black cloak for Claude to see. Hikes an eyebrow toward her hairline as if to say what do you think?]