"Ebony I trust to behave," Nida grumbled before rolling to a sitting position. Did it lead to a minor flash of all that bare skin under his robe? Yes. But did he have any focus beyond shoving the warbling chicobo under his arm so he could take the harness and wrestle her into it? Yes.

That was going to be a thing.

"She hasn't had a morning walk yet, and still thinks Julia is a sibling from the feathers. Sooner or later Hibiscus will realize it."