Bast nodded seriously, and raised a paw. //May all my fur or hair fall out and all my clothes disappear so I get hypothermia should harm ever come to you, uri, or Bran by my telling. On Ra I swear.//

Her tail twitched nervously at the last part. Her uncle-cousin wasn't generally lentient about these matters. Sure, he had died in american...but what if he was still elsewhere?