“Ow.”
“Sorry.” Kinza was taking the splint off of Aemie’s leg and had accidently bumped the liger’s ribcage, which was still bruised. “Hopefully by next week, that’ll be feeling better.”
“Thank you, Kinza,” Aemilia said quietly. Or, in her case, normally. Everything Aemie said was quiet. “I don’t know what I would do if I missed this attack.”
The jaguar smiled. “You’ll be good to go by then if it’s the last thing I do,” she assured her.
Aemie smiled and nodded. She and Kinza had been friends, along with Aster, when they were apprent