I patted her hand at a slow pace with mine trying to imply that she should calm down and let me use her shoulder for a while.
She must have been surprised, but, after a confused silence... She quaked a few words as she clasped my hand, surprisingly hard.
"Hinng... My Lady..... I am so sorry... Sob.. Please be healthy..."
'Oh my God..... Have I traumatized this poor girl with our weak health??... Sigh... She loves you so much, Marianne... We should work hard to tell her how grateful we are, alright?'
A cosy feeling began to grow as we looked at the pitiful Paige cry inconsolably.
She was certainly a nice girl to have around, very caring and cute, always attentive and accurate in making awe expressions whenever Marianne dressed up.
I've grown fonder of her presence these days and so, I lifted my hand to wipe her heartbreaking tears.
"...Hing...hic!...hum... Lady... Sniff.....My Lady is so kind...."
'Sigh... Come on...'
