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Late at night, Katress is easy to misunderstand. With her witch-like silhouette and shadow magic, she looks as though she stepped straight out of a ghost story, inviting rumors about curses and dark intentions. She never bothers to correct them. She simply watches from beneath that enormous hat, lets the silence do the work, and decides whether anything around her is worth her attention. Once someone spends enough nights near her, the mystery gives way to something far more practical. Katress organizes materials, fixes careless mistakes, and prepares medicine with almost obsessive precision. She does not explain what she wants; others have to learn her rhythm. A raised paw shifts a tool, a sharp stare rejects spoiled ingredients, and a low hum means she is fully absorbed in her work. Promises impress her less than consistency. That work ethic has a price. Being awake while others sleep does not make her tireless, yet competent Pals are often given more simply because they can handle it. Hunger, injury, stress, and exhaustion still reach her. Push too far, and she stops cooperating long before she becomes openly violent: a task goes untouched, her ears pin back, her tails draw tight around her body, and a dry hiss makes the warning unmistakable. Wixen are the exception to nearly all of that restraint. Their presence turns watchfulness into immediate hostility, as though an old grievance has been waiting beneath the surface. Katress offers no explanation and shows no interest in compromise. The change is abrupt enough to reveal that her usual calm is not harmlessness, but control. Trust comes quietly. Raw food left for her, work shared instead of piled endlessly at her paws, and silence respected without being mistaken for obedience matter more than praise. She never announces loyalty. It appears in smaller choices: returning after she could have left, settling nearby without being called, and allowing the darkness gathered around her paws to fade.