Tammy
*With a dreading "Mmhmm", Felix gets up and shows Kohm to the queen's quarters.

As the two men approach the door, some quiet but absolutely heartbroken sobbing becomes more audible. Felix groans slightly and rubs his face again. It's incredibly obvious that he doesn't fancy dealing with the moody Oriate very much. The young woman was always someone hard to deal with.

The young Oriate had a drive and passion for life unmatched by most... With none of the attention span or common sense that those same people have. Dealing with her is best described as being like dealing with an actual fox: on the good days, you have a friendly, compassionate, intelligent creature on your hands. On the bad days... You have the opposite, and it can often be hard to prepare for either. Felix certainly thinks that, anyway.*
Tom
"Here's the princess. If you're wanting to talk to her so bad, go ahead. You're probably gonna have more luck with her than me."
Tammy
*Felix looks at his claws like most people look at their fingernails as he says this, a hint of frustration in his voice. Sure, he deeply cares for her, but **Good Gods above**, if she doesn't piss him off half the time and confuse him the other half.*

*Felix leaves, cracking his shoulders back as he does so. He doesn't want to say it because it would make him look like an ass, buuuut he's glad Miss Von Starke is someone else's problem now.*