The hunt mistress looks up at you and smiles when she sees the delighted look on your face. She pats with her paw and you lay down next to her, feeling the warmth and softness of her presence. Neither one of you has to say a word--you don't have to. Stress rolls off of you like clouds on a strong wind, and you don't know how much time elapses as you lay there, but eventually you must go. You plant a kiss on her soft cheek and say, "See you later, Honey Tree."