"Xiao-String!—"
Ash buried his face in the cat and took a crazed sniff, kneading its two little paw-pads like mad. Xiao-String wore the expression of a cat that had lost all hope in life and pitifully looked toward Freyja, only to receive nothing but a Meiwa's jealous gaze as she bit her fingertip.
"How's its soft-bone syndrome?"
Ash still wasn't done after sniffing his fill; he hugged Xiao-String in his arms and rubbed its head.
"Sif helped cure it, it won't relapse ever again." Freyja took two teacups from under the table and started brewing tea. "And Xiao-String's gotten way more delicate. Every time it bumps into something and hurts itself, it just cries nonstop and insists I treat it and numb the pain."
