Vandelin's falling in love. He'd had a feeling, after how the elf had reacted to Pawdric and Purrelden, that this would work well for everyone involved. Now he's confident in it.

"It's Kirkwall," he says a little sadly. He'd liked the mother cat. She didn't hang around a lot or trust people to pet her, but she'd known to chirp at him for food when she needed it. "They're at an age where they need more warmth than they can generate, and considering how the city doesn't exactly look after cats it seemed prudent to get them where they'd be loved and looked after rather than risk a cold night for them."

If she does come back and is upset, he'll be there for her. He's already planning on a couple of visits to her nesting spot over the next few days. But this way he can make sure the little ones make it. Speaking of making it...

"I've got, hang on." Anders fishes out a couple of small jars from a belt pouch. "Can I set these on your desk? They're a blend of cooked and mashed chicken and fish and a little milk so that it's very wet and easy for him to digest. There's a woman in the kitchen who likes providing kitten food, Tirial, but he'll only need a jar a day."