Nat barely got out a coherent, "I'll miss you so much," before Rylie withdrew back into the portal.Rylie removed himself and Kyle saluted as Aella and Ciro entered the portal. With that, Rylie trotted into the thick of the Laefeslay.
Kyle with poisoned darts. Rylie with teeth and claw. Off to find another adventure.
He loved this place. The struggle to survive was real here, so palpable, and Kyle loved it. Loved all of it.
She sniffed and promptly inhaled snot, definitely aware that an elongated farewell would've been even worse.
That cat was too intelligent for his own good.
And, right there, on the floor of the storage unit that still offered the faintest traces of Rylie himself if she inhaled hard enough, she swore that no other cat would ever earn even a fragment of her heart.
That Kyle was the luckiest man in the world.