" you— you don't have to. "
he shakes his head, trying to give a comforting smile.
" i promise. i just thought it would help you be less nervous. "
She takes a slightly stumbled half-step back — biting her cheek (hard). Pan looks terrified, reflected in her eyes. Staring at the dogs hard.
“I - have to. They’re yours.”
Her only justification. He was next - the dogs would be here to stay. She gulps, vision blurring slightly.