Wil acknowledged the traditional Fellician tribute to a fallen warrior. “Thank you, Caprilla. She was a fine warrior, and I miss her too.” He swallowed, throat threatening to constrict.
“It is acceptable under such circumstances to feel sorrow, Friend Wil,” Caprilla told him quietly. “Even I have let tears fall, under very specific circumstances you understand.”
Wil smiled sardonically. “Yeah, when someone steps on your tail, you cry pretty loudly.”
Caprilla threw back his noble head, multiple earrings jingling in each ear, as he laughed. “How right you are, Friend Wil.” He paused for a moment, indicating with his shoulders that he would now change the subject.
“So, you go to save the universe yet again?” Caprilla shrugged one massive shoulder, his clothing straining over imposing muscles. “Did you not do this same thing only a short time ago?”
Wil nodded, remembering that mission. It was just before that he and Penny had gotten together. Shortly after, they had fallen in love.
“Yeah, that’s me, Cap. Saving the universe one tiny corner at a time.”
“A most distasteful occupation. Quite dangerous.”
“Being a mercenary isn’t?”
Caprilla chuckled, a purr building deep in his chest. “Oh, it has its moments of danger, to be sure. However, I am much better compensated for my actions than you.”
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