"YES!" Nessa burst out, and then immediately pressed her hand over her own mouth, eyes wide. She lowered her hand slowly. "Y-yes, Luna. It was one of my vases. One of clay and metal. I… I had left it out on the balcony to dry and my son was playing and when he flung the ball, it knocked it over the edge. It fell and..." She gestured weakly at Aya's head and her eyes started to water again. "I am so sorry. It was my fault. I should not have left it where he could reach…"
'Oh no…'
'You idiot!'
'Just don't mention your son at all.'
She kept crying. "Please—" hic "—don't eat my child…"
Aya looked at Nessa, flabbergasted. "Oh my—Where is that even coming from?! WHY WOULD I EAT YOUR CHILD—Ugh! I am not going to eat your child, Nessa."
'Why am I the stupid one when there are wolves like this?!'
Nessa's mouth snapped shut, but she trembled as she stared at Aya.
