Mui heard his nail and sat up with his foot still in his ear paw at it. Squeaking but soon crouched down and whined softly. Looking at her in uncertainty. He scooted closer by his other three limbs and his butt but didnâ€™t get close enough for her to help him. He was still a couple feet away. Still pawing at his ear. â€œOw. Ow. Squeak. Squeak. Ow. Ow. Squeak.â€ He said softly. â€œItchy. Itchy. Itchy.â€ He soon resumed rolling around pawing at his ear. Only difference was this time he was rolling around in a circle while doing so. He heard her and didnâ€™t take his eyes off her for the most part. He suddenly stopped rolling when he smelled something that smelled reaaaaaaaaaally good. He lowered his blood covered foot and squeaked in pain each step he made as he slowly began scurrying over to her. â€œMake it better?â€ He question. â€œYes. Make it better.â€ He said. Squeaking in delight at that thought. Soon having scurried up against the bars. His face pressing into it as his ear bounced. Blood trailing down the inside of it and make a slow downward path. His nose sniffing the cheese curiously. â€œCheese....â€ he said softly. â€œNever had cheese. It smells good. Really really good. Give me?â€ he said. Looking up at her with his eyes hopefully. Sniffing her lightly. â€œOuchies. Evil man give ouchies. Mui punished for being bad. Bad Mui. Mui bad. He not supposed to do that. Mui bad. No biting. Biting bad. Squeak! Mui wanted to help you. Mui knows now it was bad.â€ Squeaking in fear. When he was afraid as he was now he slipped into third person as a defense mechanism. Disassociating himself with the situation. He had a small case of disassociative disorder caused by her father. Seperating himself from reality by talking about himself in third person.