Bluebell heard his voice, dried herself off and ran over before tending to his leg and putting ice she made herself on his bumps and holding him in her arms, trying not to cry.
Bluebell smiled at his word but frowned at the end. 'You won't like me if I tell you, you will think I am a freak or some kind of monster, you will hate me if you know,' One tear rolled down her cheek and she ran into the cloakroom as that 1 tear triggered transformation.
'Never, I never hated you, the exact opposite in fact, I thought you hated me or you will hate me for what I am, who I am, I don't want to hurt you,' The tears resurfaced