"Are you sure you will be fine?" asked the cat while staring at his partially-missing torso. "Now that we have signed the contract, you can say that our lives are now linked. I don't want you to die on me, Oriole."
Oriole stared at the cat with amusement before pulling himself up. The bone formation of his rib cage was taking the longest to heal, but he was not in real danger, thanks to the healing potions that Arthur gave him.
"You are more caring than my associate, Reece," said Oriole to the cat, who told him its name after signing the contract. "I have to go and meet Arthur to tell him about the arrays. You can escort me afterward."
"...you are a good friend, Oriole," sighed Reece in his meowy voice. "I need to go back to my main body to possess some guards. After that, we can leave this place with my boss."
