Chapter 38: What Is This Sticky Liquid?
Yelena paused for a moment, her brows furrowing as she crossed her arms. Then, with a thoughtful sigh, she spoke.
"You know, now that I think about it...Mika might actually have a point about Fauna."
Both Mika and Charlotte blinked in surprise.
"She’s...Well..." Yelena chuckled faintly, remembering something. "Even back in the old days, when the five of us were constantly moving from Rift to Rift, fighting hordes of abominations...Fauna was always the one fussing over the tiniest scratch."
"She’d scream if one of us chipped a nail. If we so much as stumbled on uneven ground, she’d be there in a heartbeat, ready to throw us over her shoulder and run back to base like we were about to die."
Mika stared at her in disbelief. "You’re telling me you of all people got tired of her?"
"Of course I did." Yelena admitted, rubbing her temples. "Even I felt overbearing was an understatement with her sometimes. So fine, we’ll scrap the idea of going to Fauna in person."
Both Mika and Charlotte let out matching sighs of relief, their shoulders slumping as if a massive weight had been lifted from their souls.
"Thank god..." Mika muttered, almost tearing up. "Finally, someone who understands my suffering."
"Seriously..." Charlotte agreed, shuddering. "If Aunt Fauna had come here in person, she would’ve locked you in this hospital room for a month...maybe two! And she wouldn’t even let me cuddle you like this. She’d monopolize you entirely."
"Exactly." Mika said, nodding furiously.
"But..." Yelena added suddenly, her tone sharp. "I am still sending her all your tests and scans to look over."