If she were to keep him, the first order of business would be to take him to the vet. The state of his fur was concerning.

She feels him freezing before finally he relaxes enough to huh her back. She smiles up at him and nods her head.

"Yes, you are a good boy." Poor thing is in need of medical help. "I will help pull out the bed for you. Even if it is fine, you are under my care I want to pamper you a little."

And with that, she moves to fold out the bed from under the couch cushions.

"Then, just handle what you can. I won't let anything hurt you."