moves around her ankle a bit as she sat in the kitchen in her -really Eduard's but he hadn't been around to say otherwise- house. She was_
mentally cursing herself for trying to help someone who was angry. She really should have known better, but she couldn't help but try to_
care. She looks at one of her pets that she had on her lap that looked at her questioningly. She pats it gently being careful not to hit_
its brown curl. "You're so cute, ... I... I really need to give names to you."
