"Is there really no tavern?" Beatrix asks, umbrella in hand. "That seems like something the Outsider would definitely have cooked up --

"meep!" she cries out as the Miqo'te latches on to her, startled. "... Ah... there there?" She gently pats Mort's head. Sasha heeeellp, comforting scared people is more your thing!

Comforting scared kitties is more your thing, though.

Sashaaaaaaaaaaaaa!