[Ishu]

November 24th, Knoxville.

Whether he noticed or not, she listened to every word that came from his mouth. Even when she rest her eyes, she still listened. With her eyes closed it was difficult to tell if she was awake or not. Most of the time, she was, but she was guilty of falling into little naps here and there.

The only sign of appreciation she could show was a smile as he did little things for her and even sometimes as he spoke. He was odd, or funny, as he seemed to speak about everything, even tiny unimportant things. She found him sweet, caring and maybe a bit more critical about himself than he realized.

Finally, after many hours, feeding and drinks, he'd carried her down to a vehicle. Her head had moved down against his chest and shoulder, much like it did when he fed her or helped her drink, but when he put her into the car, she was able to keep her head upright. When it became too much for her, she let it fall back against the headrest. Her body didn't move at all is if she were a ball-jointed doll. You could put her into any position as long as something kept her up like a chair and a seatbelt, and she wouldn't move. On occasion, she would lift her head up again or adjust it so she could look out the window.