She grins. "I take it you're coming home with me, then~"<br/><br/>He takes quite some time to eventually look up again, tears still on his cheeks - it must hurt even with the bandage in place - and slowly braves a look down at the now-bandaged, yet still bloody, stump of his shoulder, and his blood-soaked paw, and whimpers again, then looks up at her face. "Wh-who are y-you?" he asks quietly.