After dropping down to the rainforest floor to invite Zamie up for a meal, Will sat with the soot-furred Eidolon straddling him on the sofa, allowing them to converse face to face as she twisted and undulated her hips, his hands supporting her butt.
"Yeah, I figured as much..." sighed Zamie, her voice tinged with heat and an undertone of melancholy after Will revealed he and his Party would be leaving Primalis as early as that afternoon.
"Hey, no need to look so glum..." whispered Will, caressing Zamie's left ass cheek as he contended, "The sooner I go, the sooner I can complete or give up on my Trials. After that, I'll return here to pick you up directly..."
Catching Will a little off guard, though it made sense that they would be connected, Zamie reached up to caress his chest with her padded fingers as she revealed, "I heard you came to an understanding with Phyra..." in a sulky tone.
"Were you also affiliated with the Purists...?" asked Will, tilting his head to the side.
