Aria wiped her eyes and smiled at him. Warm, full, proud. The kind of smile that made his chest ache.
Nyx met his gaze and inclined her head slightly.
Luna unfolded her arms. She opened her mouth, closed it, then opened again and muttered, "I'm happy for you, Kai. You really deserved this."
Bastet was cleaning the camera lens with a cloth she'd produced from somewhere, but her ears were turned toward him and her tail was curling in slow, contented arcs, clearly awaiting lots of head pats and praise that were surely coming her way any moment now.
Calypso grinned, wide and sharp. "Great going, Darling!" Her voice was loud in the still room. "And the little sister is right. Let's celebrate!"
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The private wing's common lounge was a wide, carpeted room with two couches facing each other across a low table, a kitchenette visible through an open archway, and enough space that seven women and one man could occupy it without stepping on each other.
