Illial settled on the floor with her legs folded, a short distance from Abashai, as he had the only chair. She had only ever taught one person before, her brother, and at the time he had been five years old and full of energy, completely unable to sit still. She was sure she would have no such difficulty with Abashai.
She shifted her lute into her lap and reached out to gently tug the cat towards her. It protested, but Illial would brook no argument; Abashai needed his hands to play. She lifted the cat in two hands and flipped it onto its back beside her. She began to scratch its stomach firmly, at which point Catti dissolved into ecstatic purrs and writhed with joy.
Returning her attention to Abashai, she spoke. "First, I would like you to play something you know. Something you believe is around your level, not too easy for you and not too hard for you. Then I can begin to teach at the same level."
It would also give her a chance to get used to the oud and see just how different it was from the lute.