Because they're delicious, obviously. [ When the kitten almost gets splatted by Ronan's tumble, Sylvie officially has enough and raises her hands. ] Stop!

[ A bubble-shield flares up around them (and the cat!) for the monsters to start trying to smash open to no avail, leaving Sylvie with her glowing eyes to glance at her would-be peer and frown in concern. ]

You think you're fighting for your life against animals? They're not even waging a vendetta against you because you might support the fur trade, they're mindless monsters. Haven't you ever fought properly, like, against a person? Who wants you dead?

[ He may be a liability if he's already battling at his hardest and getting tossed around, if that's the case. Definitely not allowed out of her shield, not yet. ]