The sun of Elysium was still low on the horizon, casting orange and gold hues over the waterfalls of Thalendor, when the Astralis Requiem group passed through the capital's main gates.
At the front, Lisa walked with grace.
She still hadn't gotten used to the idea of carrying him on her back in front of Alice.
Even though they had greatly deepened their relationship in recent days, with the confirmation of their true identities and the deeper, friendlier conversations they were constantly having, Lisa was still a bit reluctant to act as his mount in front of people she knew in the real world.
But glancing to the side and seeing the Slime in Alice's lap, who wore a broad smile as she stroked the cold, malleable jelly of its body, an unpleasant feeling welled up in the fox's chest.
