"Milk, finish it."
Meow wrinkled her nose.
"I... It's too much... I can't finish it..."
"Hmm?" A simple monosyllable, drawn out with a long tail, released a strong sense of danger.
The next second, Meow quickly picked up the milk, holding her breath and gulped it all down.
Meow endured the dairy aftertaste in her mouth, turned the cup upside down to show it was completely empty, seeking praise.
Meow spoke up, "Look, I... I've been obedient and finished it, today, could I go see Father Arno? Since I came here, I haven't seen him, and last time I left the church, I couldn't say goodbye to him. I want to properly thank him."
Try's eyes darkened in hue, Meow clearly felt the chill he emitted, she shivered twice, touched her nose, and said feebly, "If it's not possible then..."
"It's okay."
Meow didn't finish her last two words, she looked at Try in surprise... he agreed?
She thought for a moment and decided to give him back the good person card she had withdrawn earlier.
