Isabella bent down, arms curling under the trembling creature at her feet. "Oh, my baby… stop shaking," she whispered as she scooped Glimora up, holding her close to her chest like a fragile doll. Glimora immediately clung to her, limbs gripping her dress, fur puffed up like she'd just rolled in lightning.
"Oh, you're scared?" Isabella crooned, pressing soft kisses on Glimora's fluffy head. "My precious chaos rat, don't be scared. I'm here. No weird head-chopping spirit is going to get you while I'm around. We'll bite it back together, yes?"
Glimora let out a tiny warble and nestled tighter into her arms, still trembling.
Isabella frowned with exaggerated concern. "Do you want to eat? Hm? Will food make you feel better?" She gave Glimora's ears a teasing flick. "I'll give you fruits—big, juicy, sweet ones. And soup! And meat. Roasted, dripping meat! Would you like that?"
Glimora, despite her shaking, lifted her head just a bit and nodded.
