To punctuate the message, Morogh stepped out of the bushes hissing and spitting.
Fallen threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Of course she is my friend; I’m joking with you,” he said slapping Turin on the back.
“I did not find your joke amusing and Xander is expecting us, so if you’ll excuse us…” I said.
“Of course your highness, it was Turin I wanted to talk to anyway,” Fallen said inclining his head.
“As Daeris said, Xander is expecting us. I’ll see you later,” Turin said then turned to me, “After you.”
We found Xander at his desk reading reports. “Ah, you’re back,” he said looking up as we walked in. “How did it go?” he continued, motioning for us to sit with him.
“I did what I could, but we weren’t able to save her,” Turin spoke selecting a chair.
“I figured that when I saw Daeris’ puffy eyes,” Xander replied studying me.
“I don’t think she wanted to be cured,” I said thinking back to the cat’s calm demeanor, “she had already accepted her fate.” I finished, collapsing into an over stuffed chair between the wall and Xander’s desk.