Willow looked perplexed. “No, I don’t think so. I looked at you, and you sort of flinched and the tears in my eyes must have made my vision go blurry and white. When I rubbed my eyes I could see you again and Roseberry had stopped crying.” Willow stood and hugged Katkin gratefully. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
She replied, “Don’t give it another thought. I was happy to help.”
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When Jacq and Yannick returned home from their hunting trip three days later, Willow, full of pride and excitement, related the story of Roseberry’s miraculous cure. Jacq stared at Katkin, his expression unreadable, as the normally soft-spoken Yannick said, “What is this blasphemous talk, my wife?”
Willow looked uncomfortable and said in return, “What do you mean, Yannick? Katkin just wanted to help an
