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Charlotte walked into the room, setting the combat book carefully on her bed. She never let anybody in her room, so Adelaide must have been surprised by how different the room was. The walls used to be painted sky blue as a kid and was replaced with light and dark gray walls; and a dark red queen bed replaced her pink twin bed she used to have. (http://decorativebedroom.com/wp-conte... like this, but less modern). Once Adelaide walked in, Charlotte closed the door behind her, and turned around to go to the walk in closet she had, beckoning Adelaide to come with her. he walked very slowly inside.

While EVERYBODY else in her family had one dedicated for clothing, she didn't. All of her dresses were actually folded in a corner in her room. Her closet was dedicated to mostly Ink, even though all of the other pets of her family roamed the castle. In the big closet was Ink sitting in a red wool dog bed, the same color as her bed, except with black accents. There was dog food and some toys sitting on the shelf. She even had some sketches on her dog hung on the wall. Ink was laying down on the wool bed, sleeping. Dogs were alert enough to wake up at one word, however.

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Adelaide walked quietly into the room, practically tip-toeing, as if she would disturb Ink by walking. Where is she? Adelaide thought before seeing the open closet door, in which hung no dresses or other clothing. Instead, she saw a bed with a huge black dog-which to be honest, looked absolutely nothing like the little puppy Adelaide has always remembered- lying in it. There were things all around the room showing that the dog was here. There was the food and water, there were pictures of him by Charlotte;s bed, and dog toys were scattered around on a shelf. Adelaide ran into the closet and sat down next to Ink, grinning. She began petting him, though he was asleep.

Charlotte didn't say anything due to fear of waking the dog, so she just stood in the corner of a closet, watching tentatively. Ink was going back down to see the nurses later in the evening, and Charlotte was going to get information on if they got more supplies for a vaccine. There was some things they had gotten, but nothing that could help on its own. She glanced at the room around her. The drawings, the chewed-up toys, the food and water bowls. She heard a short whimper and turned around to see Ink's amber eyes opening. Ink stretched his limbs before retreating to his original spot.

Adelaide smiled slightly and continued petting him, hoping that the nurses could find a cure for him. Even though she had barely been around this dog, she wished almost as much as she knew Charlotte did that he lived.

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After a while, she slowly sat down on the other side of Ink, but didn't pet him in fear of waking him fully. He really needed his sleep. The dog was curled up in the petite bed, occasionally trembling from feeling cold. She felt this ache of pain in her side whenever he shivered, but she didn't show it in her face.

A few minutes after Charlotte sat down, Adelaide reluctantly drew her hand away from the shivering dog. From her kneeling position, she stood up and looked at Ink for a few more moments, to take in what she had missed for eight years. "I-I better be going. I wouldn't wish to be the cause of Ink stirring."

"You...you can stay for a bit if you'd like," she replied slowly, standing up as well. Ink slept a lot now in heavy sleep, and Charlotte never seemed to had waken her her up whil in her room, and she rarely stirred from the ruckus in the castle. It was just matters of chance. She was probably more nervous previously because it was another person.

Adelaide nodded, somewhat nervously. "I…I'd love to stay, then." She didn't sit back down net to Ink, she still didn't want to make him wake up. Instead, she just watched him from afar, from where she was standing next to one of the walls.

Charlotte looked around the room in silence, her eyes continuing to go back to her dog. He was very frail and thin now, since he would refuse to eat sometimes. He used to be a very healthy weight, too, Charlotte occasionally joking and calling him a 'pig' since he ate so fast. She observed his delicate self rise and fall with his breathing. A few minutes passed, no talking. After a while, Ink shifted and his amber eyes fluttered open quickly, him staying in the same position on his bed. He barely moved anymore. He was usually carried if he were to go to the nurse, though. Charlotte smiled weakly.