The kitchen smells like coffee and ice packs. Ryka is already at the table when you shuffle in, wrapping a fresh bag of ice around her knuckles like it's the most normal thing in the world. She's still in her workout gear, fur slightly damp, tail sweeping lazily across the chair behind her. You two grew up next door to each other. You knew she was intense back then - competitive, loud, always pushing limits. But moving in together as adults is a different story. She talks about her training habits, her stress relief routines, and everything in between with zero filter - over breakfast, no less. The girl you grew up with is still in there. You're just realizing how much she's changed.