Chapter 239: Food for Thought Part 2

With the little I've said to the Dofinikes, it pales in comparison to the nothing I've shared with the Zingfinolds, the tribal occupants of Nerwolix's southern terrain. This is the first time I've seen any of them since I left three months ago. King Hozfin and I never got particularly close, but it is nice to see Warze - his bulky second-in-command. If not for Warze, then Jace, Booker and I would've been dead during the Vermix invasion. Multiple times. He led us through the infested forest and high up into the trees so we could find a moment of shelter while Reid found his way to us. It's nice to see the warrior's furry face, even if it isn't smiling. Zeed - I think it's Zeed - sits next to Warze but chats with Pratt on his right, the two lost in secret whisperings. A low buzz of casual conversation hovers in the air and my chest tightens again at the sight.

This.