Just a Fabric Talk

"Dad, you're finally here!" Gannala shouted excitedly as she leaped into Inala's embrace. Since he arrived in his male form, it was an indication that he was currently free and away from all prying eyes.

"It took me some time." Inala smiled and patted her, "Aren't you the cutest?"

"Hehe!" Gannala grinned. Currently, they were at their residence built rear of the clothing shop they ran. In this private residence, they didn't have to fear others noticing Inala.

"Are you adjusting well?" Asaeya spoke, wrapping her hands from his back to peek out from above his shoulder, "Do I need to kill Wittral?"

"He's working his ass off for our benefit." Inala smiled and patted her on the head similarly, "How are you faring? Is everything going well here?"