Sissel just swishes his tail patiently as Randel inspects him. He's not injured at all and doesn't seem bothered by the small whirlwind of chaos around him. He meows and playfully bats at Randel's hand once the inspection is over, no claws in sight.

He turns towards the TV, seemingly disappointed that the entertaining moving pictures have been switched off. With another mew, he pads quietly towards it and plops his ass down in front of it.