He was writing, she noted as she cleaned the blood from both her face and her hand. Maybe he was going to leave her alone. Well, it was good to hope. His words made her glance up again, but she did not respond with words.<br/><br/>"Rrrrrrrowl," she huffed out from her throat.<br/><br/>She felt the fear brush her chest when he lifted her up into his arms. The girl would struggle against him. She did not want to be held by him. Not even a little. He was doing it all wrong! Never just pick up a cat to hold it. Pet it first. Make it happy. Tila growled again, but ceased struggling as her dark eyes watched the blood stain her pale blue shorts.