Renzille's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What..? Who?"
She needed more information to make sense of what was happening because with Crane just saying that kind of information without context will make her think of the craziest things possible.
Renzille gently took hold of Crane's hands, drawing his attention. "Crane, what do you mean by that? Who told you this?"
Crane shifted nervously under Renzille's gaze, tucking his tail between his legs again, tightening his hold on Renzille's hands and squeezing them to gather courage, again.
"Err.. The girl with white hair.." His words came out hushed and sheepish as he replied, making it evident that he was hesitant to reveal the identity of the person who told him such a thing. "The pretty one who visited me when you still haven't.. She always came here and kept me company.."
Renzille's eyes widened as she listened to Crane's hesitant explanation.
