He couldn't believe his eyes; how had he not noticed it all this time? He always paid attention to her, well, the times that he saw her. Kentrell couldn't comprehend this. He was beside himself.
"Why am I so affected by this?"
Kentrell didn't have the answer to his questions or meaning to his feelings, but he knew that he would feed her. Well, at least offer her food because he knew that she must be overly hungry, and he didn't want her eating up all her own food. He wanted to provide a surplus for her. Kentrell looked around as he gathered a bunch of confectionary delights and checked off the list he had written earlier. He headed for the door. He sighed deeply as he knocked lightly on the door.
