Inside the stone house, a slender young female wrapped her pale arms around a male's neck, crying heartbreakingly.
Miche's sobbing grew louder. Hearing it, Loki felt a ripple of emotion and his heart ached for her.
"Loki, I don't want to leave you. Please don't send me out of the tribe, okay?"
Loki raised his hand to gently wipe the tears from Miche's cheeks. "I won't," he said softly. "I won't send you away from the tribe."
Seeing his beloved little female's eyes red from crying, Loki felt an overwhelming sense of regret for ever suggesting that they expel the sick.
"Really? Don't lie to me. I really can't live without you."
"Really. I won't send you away."
"But if this continues, will I die?"
She gazed at Loki with tear-filled eyes, the moisture soaking right through his beast skin tunic.
"You won't. When I went to the Golden Dragon Clan this time, even though Ophelia refused to take Amy in, Laxus gave me some medicine. He said it's herbal medicine that can cure fevers.
