[ Gracia doesn't catch the tears in his eyes, not yet. She sits back down and orders another cup of vanilla milk. As soon as she sets her gaze upon them, Gracia's expression turns anxious. She stands back up and approaches Gorthan from the other side of the table, quickly and worriedly, with jerky movements. She tries to pry Futon out of his hands, not knowing what else to do.
She's never seen him cry before. What was going on? ]
Oh, oh no! Gorthan, what did Futon do? Did he bite you? Are you allergic to his fur?
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She's never seen him cry before. What was going on? ]
Oh, oh no! Gorthan, what did Futon do? Did he bite you? Are you allergic to his fur?