Chapter 230 - 231: If I were the one shaking, who would console me?
Isabella bent down, arms curling under the trembling creature at her feet. "Oh, my baby... stop shaking," she whispered as she scooped Glimora up, holding her close to her chest like a fragile doll. Glimora immediately clung to her, limbs gripping her dress, fur puffed up like she’d just rolled in lightning.
"Oh, you’re scared?" Isabella crooned, pressing soft kisses on Glimora’s fluffy head. "My precious chaos rat, don’t be scared. I’m here. No weird head-chopping spirit is going to get you while I’m around. We’ll bite it back together, yes?"
Glimora let out a tiny warble and nestled tighter into her arms, still trembling.
Isabella frowned with exaggerated concern. "Do you want to eat? Hm? Will food make you feel better?" She gave Glimora’s ears a teasing flick. "I’ll give you fruits—big, juicy, sweet ones. And soup! And meat. Roasted, dripping meat! Would you like that?"
Glimora, despite her shaking, lifted her head just a bit and nodded.
Isabella’s brows shot up. "Ohhh, you can still nod?" She grinned. "Are you sure you’re really scared?" Isabella asked teasingly as she stroked Glimora’s fur, trying to calm her down.
Glimora nodded again, eyes wide and innocent like a little child who had just seen a thunderstorm for the first time. Her tiny ears perked up at the promise of roasted meat, but her fluffy body still trembled slightly against Isabella’s chest, clinging to her like a kitten afraid of being set down.
Isabella laughed softly. "Still scared but already planning lunch. You little fraud."
With a smirk, she rubbed their cheeks together. "Fine, after this mess, I’ll throw you a feast. Berries, bones, and buns—on me. Just stop shaking. My poor baby, you’ll wrinkle."
Glimora, soothed by the sound of her voice and the warmth of her arms, gave the tiniest nuzzle and laid her head down. The trembling slowly subsided.
Isabella watched her for a moment, a small, quiet smile slipping onto her face. But her tone, though still playful, softened. "If I were the one shaking," she murmured, "who would console me?"