Aslan In His Worst Condition!

"Roseanne dear, want to stop by for tea?" shouted the grandmother who had spoken to Rosie. She was also the one who stated that Aslan had a dark aura. 

"Next time, Mrs. Linda! I must return home!"

"Okay! I'll be waiting for you at the party!" replied Mrs. Linda from a distance then walked into her house again.

Rosie crossed paths with Ben as well as the other people on the island. She just gave the man a faint smile and waved her hand to May, Ludwig, Gary, and Stu who were surrounding Ben.

"Rosie! Be careful on the way! Don't run too fast!" Ludwig shouted, but he was ignored by the girl.

Aslan had finished his meal. His throat still felt hurt. Actually, he had no appetite at all, and the porridge that Rosie made tasted bland on his tongue, but he didn't want to make Rosie disappointed again because he couldn't finish his meal. Aslan looked out the window, waiting for Rosie to come home because he couldn't stand up to get a drink.