Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

Phocion was gone, not before leaving with a comment that made her skin crawl. He heard us. Niita could've died of embarrassment and anger. It wasn't any of Phocion's business, he should keep his nose where it belongs. 

She smiled at Steady, nodding. "Of course. I should go find something to do as well." This time she rubbed her head against his shoulder rather than chest, a sort of farewell. "See ya later, Steady." With a last smile, Niita padded off to find some way to make herself useful.

last from me, feel free to archive if you want.