Safe journey, Ms. Cossack, I hope you return home without any trouble. I do have to ask though, nothing I brought you had ever made you sick did it?
Kalinka didn't have the heart to tell him she'd spent at least one day lying on the bathroom floor in the foetal position, her cheek pressed to the cold tile after a meal, shuddering as she begged her human god incoherently for the sweet release of death.
"Of course not, I'm also known for my iron stomach!" she writes back, eyes dark at the recollection of that very long day. "No poison, either. It was nice. Thank you for the fond farewell!"












