"Be a dear and take me there too, Icetales," Cynthian said with a groan.
Icetales nodded. “I sure can, yes. Let us go so that the nurse can patch thee up.”
“Cool! But, huh, can I stay here? I wanna try to make a sense of these weird time-freeze shenanigans,” said Petram, rubbing his forepaws together. “They seem fun!”
The Ninetales stared at the Vulpix for a long while, then tilted his head. “I do not see why not. Howbeit, do not exit from that temporal shield, or thou will return to that apocalypse outside.”
“…Tempting proposal. Very tempting, indeed. An apocalypse isn’t something you see everyday,” muttered Petram, earning an unamused glare from the other fox. He raised his paws defensively and laughed. “I’m just kidding! Chill! I’m not
that reckless!”
Icetales cocked an imaginary eyebrow.
‘Well, forgive me for fostering doubts about such claim…’
Petram smirked, having detected the thought through their telepathic link. “Daddy… No snarky thinking~!”
“Just… take care, all right? Sir Cynthian and I desperately need some long-deserved rest, and my mind is already brimming with concerns,” replied Icetales, his ears drooping and his tails wagging sluggishly. “I do not desire to be concerned about one more matter…”
“Well… yeah! I promise! I don’t want you to be worried about me,” chirped Petram, flashing a reassuring smirk. “So! See you around, Daddy!”
A couple of last nods and the pairing split up, with Icetales following Owen and Cabot to the infirmary and Petram exploring the speed-boosted town while thinking about what fun stuff to do.