He kept his eyes glued to the table as his feet started to head in its direction. As he got closer to it, his eyes trailed down to the legs of the metal table where he could see something peeking out from next to its hind legs.
It didn't take him long to realize what it was. Her wiggling toes made it pretty obvious that it was her foot. Not tearing his gaze away from the ground, he continued to walk closer to it. With each step he took, the whimpers got louder and clearer, easy for his already trained ears to catch.
"Are you there, little one?" He muttered softly, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "Are you okay?" He knew that he was not going to get a reply, yet he still tried. He was hoping that sooner or later, he might get one. Even if it's a single word, it would be better than nothing.
