"Davies, stop predicting gloom and doom, please!" Ella Lacey cried in frustration.
Accepting that others had resigned themselves to Arthur's dwindling time was one thing. But hearing it from her own cherished pet was another; it brought her to tears.
"Master~~I'm sorry~ Can you please stop crying?" Davies, seeing Ella Lacey's sadness, also felt low. His calm, blue eyes were misty as if veiled by a thin layer of damp fog.
Ella Lacey felt Davies' goodwill and sorrow. She entered the ring's space, embracing him tightly, her voice full of infinite grief, "Davies, I really don't know what to do. I'm so afraid of losing him. What should I do...?"
Gently pecking her tears, Davies, like a good baby, patted Ella Lacey's shoulder with his little paw, his voice warm, "Master~~what if I have a way~"
"What!"
Ella Lacey came back to herself, cupped Davies in her palm, and stared at him unblinkingly, tears of heartache in her eyes, "Davies, do you really have a way to cure Arthur?"
