just like we discussed

Pestilence leaned into her mother's hug, laying her head upon her shoulder and relaxing into the comforting embrace. Her verbal response was a simple murmur of affirmation, muffled into the Empress' fur. It was a hard decision to make but Pesto was confident it was the right one for her. Eventually she pulled away to look her mother in the eye, exhaling a soft steadying breath. "I can come back anytime, right? I mean, what if no one else will take me?" She tried to smile to add playfulness to her words, though the worry was real in her tone. She'd caused enough trouble in Ashen, what if Fireside said no? Pesto couldn't imagine having to come grovel at her mother's feet to beg her re-entrance not a few days after a sincere goodbye. "I promise I'll do our Klein name as good as I can, and I'll send Pasketti with messages. If you need me I will always come." Growing up was hard, why hadn't anyone warned her about the difficulty of leaving home?