Sitting on the bed, Michelle watched the black cat next to her closely as it stared up at her warily.
And on the other side of the bed was Alexander, leaning against the headrest, his eyes half‑closed.
He was aware of every movement in the room, every breath taken, but since Michelle didn't want it, he wouldn't intervene.
While staring up at Michelle, Tenether let out a wisp of both soul and spirit energy to sense who Michelle really was.
If he wanted, he could just bolt out of the room, but he had to find out why Michelle was with him when he got out of the Starving Cub state.
She could know something vital, or maybe there was something else going on he wouldn't know if he just bolted out.
Sensing the soul and spirit energy, Michelle tilted her head a bit.
"Instead of doing something inefficient like this, how about I instead let you read my memories?" she asked with a careless smile.
When her words fell, Tenether nearly instantly retracted his energies.
