After Pinkie leaves, we lock the house and leave.
“……”
“Sweetie? You don’t look well. Are you feeling sick again.”
“Huh…? No, I’m fine. How about you, Storm? You looked awful this morning and, um, your bruise from yesterday might be worse.” Yesterday’s bruise…? Oh, that welt on my left forehoof.
“No, it didn’t get any worse. It’s just a welt, so it should heal in no time.”
“……” She must be worried about something as she continues to stare at me.
“Uh… it’s fine. It’s nothing, seriously.”
“……”
“What? You’ve been acting awfully strange since yesterday. This is just a welt, right? Or what, did you step on my forehoof while I was asleep and you feel guilty about it?”
“S-Storm, I’m not that heavy! I just…”
“Just what?”
“…Um, I just hope I’m wrong.”
“…Huh?” I don’t understand her. Sweetie doesn’t talk much, but she tends to say important things clearly. She doesn’t usually talk like this.
“…Storm. I have a favor to ask you if it’s all right.”
“Huh? Yeah, if it’s something I can do.”
“…Yes. I won’t be able to come and help you until tomorrow night. Can you try to stay in your house during that time?”
“…? Are you telling me to skip work on Sunday?”
“Yes. I want you to stay in your house as much as possible. Um, I’ll come and help once I’m done with my errand.”
“I see. Well, I guess I can take a rest for a day. All right then. I’ll relax during the weekend. Is that okay, Sweetie?”
“Yes, that will help me out a lot.” I guess it’s fine to relax once in a while. I have some extra living expense from working a lot recently, so I’ll clean up all the junk this weekend.