“Still, thank you.” I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. He smells like home to me.
Felix rubs my back. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.
I nod. “I am. Sad, but okay.”
“Let’s go home,” Felix offers.
I agree, letting him lead me out of the infirmary. To my surprise, the sun has already set. “Wow, how long were we with Marina?”
“Pretty long,” Felix says with a smile.
“I am so sorry, I didn’t notice. You probably had better things to do than spend the whole afternoon in a hospital room.”
“Not really,” he says simply. “I actually think this was a great way to spend my time. Oh, and I think it’s also the first time I managed to use my gift for so long and do so well! You didn’t feel anything weird, did you?”
“No, I felt relaxed and happy. I was in a daydream, a great one. Almost like I was meditating and imagining my future, you know?”
Felix beams. “I finally did it! And it’s probably thanks to you.”
“Why me? I did nothing aside from existing.”
Felix pulls me closer and puts an arm around my shoulders. “Yes, exactly. You existing helps me with my gift.”
I chuckle. “You sap!”
thirty-eight
Messenger
*GWENDOLYN*
Felix and I spend the evening cleaning up our place and doing some cooking. Having so many pets means it’s particularly important to keep everything tidy. Fortunately, Felix is on the same page as I am, and it seems he hates when there is too much mess.
And he knows how to use a broom and do the dishes.
Seriously, Elden and Flora really raised them right.
Now I am getting us something to drink while he is entertaining Tiger and our still nameless Pallas’s cat.
“We really need a name for him,” Felix calls towards the kitchen.
“Just stick with something we can remember.”
“How about Grumpy?” he offers.
I peek through the door, grinning at him. “And you had the audacity to call me out for my bad names.”
“You saideasy to remember,” he points out.
“Whatever,” I chuckle. “We can call him Grumpy. He certainly looks the part.”
“But he is so cute.” Felix coos at him, patting his head. The cat has his signature grumpy expression, but still lets Felix pet him. Yeah, maybe the name isn’t too bad.
Meanwhile, Tiger is ‘throning‘ on her own little indoor tree, which Flora gifted us for her. She instantly loved it and is now sitting on its branches, overseeing the whole first floor. She usually keeps more to herself and is mostly focused on me than on the other animals, but it’s still obvious that the other animals respect her.
Weird, considering she is just a small bird.
Some scratching sounds against the window of the kitchen distract me from my thoughts. Against the darkness of the night, I can’t tell for sure, but it looks like the silhouette of a cat. A new pet seeking me out?
