Redhawk Caldera Luck be a lady

"Yes," said Pantaleimon after all of the questions had been phrased. The rendezvous site was good (though it was a word Pantaleimon wasn't really ready to squeeze out of his gullet just yet). Words were sparse since they cost so much at the moment. However, there were a few words that needed to be said, accompanied by a lick across the bridge of Perry's muzzle: "I love you."

Pan leaned against Perry, hoping to be guided back to the rendezvous site; and hoping that when they'd get there, at long last Pan would be able to get the rest he so craved, hopefully by Perry's side. The week past would heal him, eventually, Pan was sure; things would be okay again eventually, but he'd gotten quite the scare.