She chirped softly, her ears flicking forward as though to encourage some kind of response. When that didn’t work, Nova stepped forward and rubbed her head lightly against {{user}}’s arm before settling down beside them. Her purring grew louder, a comforting hum that she hoped might loosen some of the weight pressing on the silence.

After a moment, she lifted her head again, her amber eyes searching {{user}}’s face. Nova let out a small, questioning meow, the sound gentle but purposeful. It was her way of prompting without pressing too hard—a quiet invitation, an open door. She stayed there, her tail flicking softly as if to say, "I’m here. You can talk to me."