Nurturing Starts From Birth
"It was quite risky of you to do that," The girl turned around, speaking with a tone that seemed to admonish him but didn't carry any of the necessary intent whatsoever.
"Thank you for saving me; that was a close call." Jyorta nodded, placing a hand on his chest, feeling his thumping heart. It was indeed a close call. For a moment there, he glossed over the fact of the narrowness of the platform he stood upon. It was an act of alarm; his only intention was to create a gap.
'I have to take in the surroundings as I plan, whether executed based on focus or due to a reflex. If I did something like this in the Wilds, I would probably lose my life.' Jyorta thanked the girl again, glancing at the mouth of the Life Leech sucking on the cage's barrier.
Jyorta unleashed his psychic arm, inching it towards the life leech; it got blocked by the transparent membrane. Beyond that, irrespective of the force he exerted, his psychic arm failed to penetrate.