Tommen was tense, though not because of her. Or perhaps, because of her, but through no fault of her own that he could think of. He wanted to rain apologies on her over and over again for how he failed her, but he knew that as painful as it had been for him, one's own death would likely leave quite a lot of scars on someone. He knew this from personal experience.

"Y..yes," he replied quietly, "Well, sort of. You see, when I got here, Ser Pounce was in my cabin. So, I guess, not totally alone."

Cats weren't very talkative companions, but Tommen hadn't really wanted to do much talking at first.