You’re full of bright and cheerful topics today, aren’t you? Kirain quipped, letting out a small laugh. If it’s not things vanishing, it’s death!

She shook her head, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. I know it’s a natural part of life’s rhythm, but that doesn’t mean I want to dwell on it. I’ve seen more than enough. It never gets easier.

Glancing at her friend, her expression softened. You’re much wiser than you give yourself credit for, darling. Thank you. I’m lucky to call you a friend.

At the mention of fighting, Kirain shifted where she sat, a comical grimace crossing her face. Yes, yes—no more badgers, please! This time her laughter came brighter, more genuine, ringing with the kind of warmth that had been absent for too long.

Those days had been brutal, yet they’d proven something important: she could survive, and so could Stardust.

And then, there it was again—pup talk.

She was warming to the idea, truth be told, even if it still made her feel exposed. But still..

If they ever happen, she muttered, eyes flicking away. Who knows… maybe Lestan will find someone more suitable before we ever get the chance.

Her words surprised her as much as they stung. She shrank inward, expression clouding. Why had she said that? Did she even believe it?

Awkwardly clearing her throat, she turned away from Stardust’s gentle cyan gaze.

Yes, yes… Auntie Stardust, prim, proper, and adored. A soft smile returned. They’d be lucky to have you.

She meant it. Truly.

You’ll always have a place with us, darling. No matter how far you travel, or how long you’re gone.