The only bearable thing Misa found on the journey back to Giligha was Min-Min. The cat sensed Misa’s hurt, her sorrow, and it did everything it could to console her. Min-Min purred, rubbed against Misa’s chin, played with her buttons, hissed at the captain. She mewed for attention when Misa’s eyes drew to Royle.
Misa didn’t know what she would have done without the feline by her side. Staying cooped up in such a small space with the captain alone would have driven her mad, and the addition of Min-Min had been enough to keep her mind occupied with more adorable things.
Even when they stopped by the small village, where the same barn had been given to them, and when they stopped at the larger village closer to Giligha, where Misa got her own room in the tavern, Min-Min refused
