Dobby's condition wasn't good, and none of the others knew what to do to help.
Instinctively, one of the felines turned toward Alexandria, ready to call for her. Even if she was in the middle of something important, none of them believed she would ignore Dobby. Not after everything they had gone through together.
The feline opened his mouth, yet no words came out.
Another one wasn't aware that the first cat hadn't called out; they turned towards Alexandria next.
Then another.
One by one, the cats looked toward Alexandria and fell silent.
Alexandria wasn't in a condition to hear them. The blood worked… she was changing.
She was bent forward slightly, her body trembling beneath everyone's watchful gaze. Yet despite her posture, there was no agony on her face.
Not exactly.
Her expression was unreadable. Her eyes were unfocused, and her breathing had slowed into something almost blissful.
The pain was there, but it wasn't the tearing, brutal agony she expected.
