Sipara is so dramatic. Your lusus rumbles from your lap, unhappy with her tone, and you scratch his head, claws rasping at the softer scales behind his ear.

"Turn left," you tell her. "And then go straight for another three blocks, and we'll go in there. I'm afraid it'll be around an hour's walk before we reach the catacombs.. but it's a short trip from there."

"I brought some supplies, in my sylladex.. but did you bring the antifungals?"