Q'uila hisses as Yiazmat exercising strength to rid him of her clawed grip, tugging futilely at his grip on her hands, tugging even harder when the apparent teen said that he could feel Nidhogg.

"Normal people can't feel that! Who are you?"

She hisses at him again and her aether starts to twist and buck in her distress. "You think I'm not aware of that?!" Now that she's focusing on the mess of her aether she can feel it, the miasma she knows is Nidhogg tugging and pulling towards the teen. She grits her teeth.

"This is all I can do. I don't know how to do much else..."

She sighs, sagging slightly, "What did you mean about kittens? Do you know what might happen because I have Nidhogg?!" She's less angry now, now she just looks scared and a little haunted by the prospect, like its a scenario long worried over without answer.