When Nimo caught up to Felix, a rare gentle smile was seen playing on his lips. He picked up Nimo, his stern facade softening into a more congenial one, one that Nimo had been familiar with in their quieter, peaceful moments.
"Good job, Nimo," Felix said, his voice warm with praise.
He extended his hand, not for a warrior's clasp but for a more affectionate gesture. His fingers sank into Nimo's thick fur, gently moving in rhythmic patterns that spelled out the universally loved act - belly rubs.
Eee Eee!
Nimo's eyes glowed with the soft pleasure, his previously stalwart stance slackening as he reveled in the affectionate reward.
He let out a low, contented purr, the tensions of the recent battle ebbing away under Felix's gentle ministrations.
The void realm around them, previously a battlefield riddled with heavy tension and high stakes, now felt more like a serene starless night.
