but when I think of you another shower starts

Ophie blinked owlishly. It didn't take much effort at all to imagine Kaija roaming the land in search of adventure, of taking in all the sights Boreas and beyond had to offer. But what of herself? She shifted, cat claws uselessly digging into the rocky ground beneath her paws. It really was a tempting offer, the sort that made Ophie's heart pick up pace as she thought of the possibilities. But there were so many what ifs nipping at her ankles, causing her to hesitate as she looked up at her bestest friend.

Communication had never been their strongest suit, Ophie in particular was the sort who flopped around difficult topics like a fish on dry land, gasping and flapping like that would do her any good.

The rising tone of panic had the Fatalis fumbling, following suit as her words fell out just as clumsy.

"Is this okay? I mean-what if I slow you down. What if I'm too tired and slow and-" Breathe. "I don't want you to get frustrated at me, you know? And I'd need to ask dad to leave and... She shuddered at the thought, she'd need a lot of time to work up the guts to even call him, let alone ask such a thing of him. "I'm supposed to be getting better." She knew what it would look like, yet she felt the urge to flee with Kaija all the same.