It was trivial to leave, once the mind truly accepted that it was time to leave. Once the play-of-danger faded away, once the sensation of adventure faded. Fpoecimh was glad to see I/O out fine. This whole thing, it felt like... a demonstration of her unfathomable training. All those lifetimes she spent, playing out encounters so similar to this. It was hard to feel anything out of it. Echos of scenarios played out in her mind. Merely their outlines, never in full color, never in fleshed memory: engravings on her very character.

Her dwelling was interrupted. A light pat of her tail, fishing her from memory. Regardless of her sensations now, the rabbit's appreciation & admiration was real. It felt foolish to be caught in that old spiral, when a feeling so clean presented itself before her, even though I/O had a knowing look in her eye. Knowing that the place was in part an illusion of itself, an illusion of her mind, but also a safer illusion presented by Fpoecimh.

> A picture of two people on a sketchy background with illegible text in the background.

> The person in the foreground is a large rabbit girl named I/O. She is sitting on an invisible seat, petting the caterpillar tail of the person in the background. The person in the background, Fpoecimh, is a moth caterpillar anthro, holding a bag. It glances back to I/O, amused.