"It is..." Oh, words. They're never remotely adequate for anything she wants to express when it really matters. "It feels like you," she says and makes a dissatisfied face because that's just so simplistic. It certainly doesn't express how it isn't connected in a telepathic or material way, but there's definitely a cause and effect sort of relationship there, and something like... energy? flowing from him to the kitten to keep it existent. This would be easier if he'd just check her instruments.

At least all these readings reassure her that it's harmless. Also, now that she's focused on it, she notices something else with another bemused expression. "There is another one outside." To show him, she lets the door swing open, and a black kitten with a white chest and feet storms in, only stopping to check where it's landed at the bottom of the stairs. "They do not exist independently, they're manifestations," she comments as though that helps clear this up.