MEOW.
Harry slowly wandered over from the end of the bed, tentatively stretching out his claw to touch Sophie's hand.
Seeing she didn't react, he moved closer, curled up, and soon fell asleep.
Sophie stroked Harry's head and smoothed his fur. "Harry, your master is a maniac," she said.
Pausing for a moment, she scratched his chin. "Do you agree, Harry?"
MEOW.
"You also agree he's a maniac?" Sophie laughed, her mood greatly lifted.
Unfortunately, her big laugh widened the wounds on her face and caused her to gasp in pain.
Harry looked confused and YOWLED twice more, then lowered his head and closed his eyes to sleep.
Soon, he was snoring softly.
As Thomas Shannon left the room, he took a wireless earpiece from Charlie River and put it in his ear.
After some noise from connecting to the transmission, he heard Sophie's voice: "Harry, your master is a maniac."
"... "
"You also agree he's a maniac?"
