That would be enough..

Her shoulder was finally healed, the fur grown back and just like new again... well, mostly. There may be just a few clumps of fur missing, thanks to Farrym. Said mischievous kitten was clinging to her back even now, riding along. He hadn't grown as much as she thought he would... it was slightly worrying, but the nearly full grown girl pushed it back into her mind. He was happy, healthy. And easy to keep track of since his favorite place was on her back. He didn't really have the urge to wander around. Nope, instead he liked to - Lillie froze and yelped as kitten teeth suddenly sank into her ear.

"Damnit Farrym!" she cursed at the kitten, who simply giggled. She shook herself, knocking him loose and tumbling him - him who was still laughing - to the ground, and she would eye him, nosing him. Of course, he simply was the picture of innocence, and the messenger would snort. "Do that again and we'll go back, and I'll make you walk the whole way," she threatened with a huff, before another sound made her freeze.

Her head jerked up to stare up the fjord, which she had been following around. It took only a second for her to spot the... creature - who was, upon closer inspection, a bright pink. What? She whipped her head around to Farrym. "On my back," she ordered before swinging her head back around, ears pricked. Her tail curled over her back as her companion stood balanced on her back, his tiny frame weighing barely more than the feather by her ear.

"Who goes there?" she called out, voice strong as her eyes continued to follow the fleeting pink shape.