PurrBeast's purr rolls over itself briefly, a deep warm bubbling of sound that might be what happens when he chuckles while he's purring. He smiles with his ears and his eyes, and tilts his head in Ysabet's direction in a friendly manner, purring for Ysabet especially now.

Purrbeast recognises you for not-a-mortal, don't feel the need to hold back so much with you. The deep rolling rumble unfurls a little more than previously, it resonates down in the bones of the earth like the motion of magma bubbling up in the deeps. Like ancient tectonic plates forming, unforming, reforming as the world is born. And still the sound is smooth and steady, in and out, in and out, deep and slow.