Another few days have passed…
It had been mostly uneventful.
Quiet, almost suffocatingly so.
The only real change, if it could even be called that, was Amethiel's shameful… new habit of touching himself every single day.
It irritated him more than anything, a distraction he couldn't shake, no matter how much he tried to ignore it.
Aside from that, his focus had been entirely on Kree.
Amethiel managed to train Kree into understanding more cues, and that alone kept him occupied for hours.
Of course, there were the simple greetings. Basic responses. Recognition.
Then, gradually, he taught Kree to understand more specific things.
When he wanted his extra arms.
His… tentacles.
When to show his tongue.
Each command was met with quicker understanding, smoother responses, as if Kree wasn't just following orders but actually processing them.
More or less, Kree had shown even more signs of intelligence and awareness.
And Amethiel was satisfied.
