Now that they're all free to travel across the realm again, Marc's been paying a quick visit to most areas to have a look at the damage. And, more importantly, to see whether some trace of magic stayed behind that might be useful or dangerous. So far, he's come up empty. It's all just physical damage.

He's been investigating the last stretch in his cat form, so that he can slip his way into cracks and piles of rubble. But it's the smell from the nearby canteen that ends up catching his attention. When was the last time he ate? Cat instincts take over and lead him to the source. He enters the building through an open window and lands on a kitchen counter, his gaze flicking from the pot of soup to Snow White.

Just look at those big kitty eyes, Snow. And the way his ears are perked forward. At first glance, he looks every bit like a normal black cat (with a very fancy collar).