Because even if she knew that perhaps he really did not care about her form.
She still could not get past her own reservations.
Precisely because he was such a good friend, she cared all the more about how she looked in his eyes.
[Stop saying those strange things. I came here this time mainly to thank you. It wasn't as though I couldn't withstand that backlash; I would only have had to suffer a little longer. There really wasn't much need for you to do that, and you even stupidly almost got yourself killed. But I still had to come and thank you.]
The Feather Pen wrote on the paper in front of him.
[But gratitude is gratitude. It doesn't mean the Feather Pen really has any strange feelings for you. So if you're hoping to win me over and make me yours, the Feather Pen advises you to save your breath. You will never succeed!]
[So I mainly just came to have a casual look at you and say hello. From now on, we're even. However, if you want to come over in kitty form and mooch some of my cat food, you would be quite welcome. But that's all, understood?]
She wrote those words with very calm strokes.
Then she put away the ink bottle, rolled up the parchment, tied it behind herself, and hopped toward the edge of the table.
"So, goodbye, you fellow I don't know whether to call a kitty or a human!"
Then, like a wandering vagabond.
That strange sensation in Lynn's hand disappeared as well, and the Feather Pen, carrying the parchment scroll on her back, hopped proudly onto the windowsill like a little girl.
Was she leaving just like that?
Perhaps she really did care deeply.
Yet she did not truly