"She really is." said Alessa quietly, finding herself becoming sad. Alessa looked at her plate and finished eating before wiping her muzzle. "I really miss her..." she whispered, "Mary always took my blood and did it as gently as possible. She'd read to me at night and stay with me after I had a nightmare. Mary never got mad at me, even if I messed up." Alessa forced herself to not cry. She quietly cleared her throat before standing and taking her dishes into the kitchen.



