[ There's no sigh of relief per se, but a teensy, weensy bit of that tension is exhaled once his hands are on the bag and he's heading to the counter. She follows him inside easily enough, closing and locking the door behind her. A new best friend, though... it isn't like she's against the idea, but people say things and the last time she befriended a cat boy, he didn't have the traits and she still got nervous. She still does, sometimes, after so many years and that guy's harmless. ]

I'm not scared.

[ Who's scared? And almost wishing he had a tail so she could read it, actually. Fhl. ]

Really, I'm not! I've faced and dealt with far scarier things than a cute guy with a pair of cat ears could probably imagine. [ And yet.

Well, part of it is probably that restless energy in her hands and feet. She knows Lewin is safe, but she still wants to see him, check on him. Maybe hold his hand a little, but not because she's scared! ]