As the light from the golden gates dimmed behind us, I glanced at the horned rabbit walking at my side. Her gait was steady but deliberate, and her ears perked, scanning the surroundings like a sentry. She was quieter than usual, though her sharp blue eyes flicked toward me occasionally, checking on my condition.
"You're worried," I said softly, more of a statement than a question.
Her ears twitched a subtle but telling movement. She slowed her pace, her gaze locking with mine for a brief moment before turning forward again.
"Guess I can't blame you," I murmured.
"This place… it's too much, isn't it?"
She stopped, tilting her head slightly. Her blue eyes were questioning, her horn catching the faint glow of the fading glyphs on the laboratory walls.
"You're wondering why I care so much about this," I guessed, trying to decipher the silent conversation we'd developed over time.
"Why not just live quietly, right? Survive, stay safe?"
