I automatically opened it and took a sip, which was when it hit me. He’s still treating me like I’m a cat. Our heart to heart that we’d had while he healed me must have restored me to his good graces, and he was falling back into old patterns. He’d fed me, watered me, and was tracking me like he had when I was Ama. Still, I was feeling better than when I’d first entered the city, though it did occur to me that the fact I felt better after the pet treatment was a worrying sign.
