"No, I am not dying." Lana's rare, vulnerable voice made Mr. Crow's frown deepen.
"I will call for help!" Mr. Crow hopped off Lana's face; however, the next second, a warm hand caressed his head and feather. "Don't."
Mr. Crow trembled while anxiety bubbled in his chest. "Don't stop me! Lana, you can be willful, and I won't scold, but if you dare to be careless about your health, I will become your ancestor!"
"Hey, our lovely Mr. Crow makes my heart ache." Though weak, Lana's teasing voice cut through the empty air, diffusing the tension there.
"Stop it! Stop flattering me!" Mr. Crow furiously tried to shake off Lana's hand, yet even then, his movement was careful. His intent not to hurt Lana was evident in his actions.
"Mr. Crow, let me tell you something. It's my biggest secret." Lana's warm breath sprayed on Mr. Crow, and only then did he realize... Lana has slowly closed the distance, and now her mouth is near him.
