Rok-Tahk hurried through the courtyard, her eyes scanning for a familiar face. The cool evening breeze ruffled her fur, and the chatter of cadets filled the air. Finally, she spotted Dal R'El, standing by the fountain, his silver hair catching the last rays of the sun.

Rok-Tahk rushed forward, her excitement bubbling over. "Dal!" she exclaimed, enveloping him in a joyful hug and lifting him off the ground. Dal R'El laughed, the sound warm and familiar amidst the evening calm.

Rok-Tahk set Dal R'El down, her eyes searching his face with concern. "Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. Dal smiled reassuringly, "You've picked me up so many times; it's like a tradition now."

Rok-Tahk chuckled, recalling her human friend who often found himself in similar situations. "I had a friend here who didn't like being lifted either, but since I'm taller, it was often inevitable," she mused, her voice filled with fondness for past memories.

Dal R'El nodded, understanding the challenges that came with being different. "It's all about understanding each other, right?" he said, his tone light yet thoughtful. Rok-Tahk smiled, grateful for his presence and the friendship they shared.

With a final hug, Rok-Tahk and Dal R'El promised to meet again soon. As Rok watched Dal walk away, she felt a sense of contentment, knowing that some friendships could withstand any distance or time apart.