Chapter 13

“I don’t know,” he confessed, pressing his talons to face to examine his beak and beard. His jackal ears and lion tail twitched synchronously. “I’m sore, but I—now I’m finally whole. It’s finally happened.”

“I’m glad for you.”

“I shouldn’t be this happy when my best friend is hurting so much,.” He sighed, running his talons through his emerald green feather beard. He stroked the fur and feather patches on his arms and chest.

“I know. But we’re helping him together. We’re going to be there for him through this nightmare.”

“He seems to like you. A lot,” he noted, twitching his taloned feet.

Em nodded. “We are united in grief.”

He strained in a twist to examine his backside, looking at where his lionlike tail had sprouted from the base of his spine. Finally finished cataloging the changes to his body, he looked into her eyes and observed, “You are good for him. You pull him out of himself. He’s not so lost when he’s with you.”

“We connect on a very strange level,” she agreed.