Her relationship with Hades summed up in a single word. She exhales an amused puff of breath, barely audible over her Carbuncle's persistent purrs.

"O'er twelve thousand years of 'complicated'."

Knowing what she does of Hemera, Era has no doubt that her soul managed to complicate things for her dearest friend for many centuries prior to their falling out. Somehow the thought is reassuring, despite everything.

Her horns are not deaf to a kitten's purrs, so when Tony plucks the tiny ball of fur up she is not at all surprised. Carbuncle pays it no mind either, having been aware of its presence long before the feline made its presence known (there is hardly a keener nose than a Carbuncle's, after all), and instead continues demanding attention from its mistress. With one hand atop her own companion's head and the other holding a pastry fish, she settles for eyeing the kitten with a small, endeared smile.

"It's fine with animals," Era tells him. "We've cared for a few Coeurl kittens on our travels."

A great many critters have joined her adventures over the years. Some have been brief encounters, while others lead to her having her retainers care for the little menagerie in her cottage until they decide to return to the wilds. It's something she's missed dearly, trapped in this world with so few animals to befriend.

"Carbuncle isn't an animal. It is an aetherial manifestation, made from mathematics and magic."