Ambai pushed away the fresh bottle of milk offered to her. 'I don't want milk. I want a pen and paper, darn it!'
She tried signing at once again, but they both looked even more confused.
Haru even scratched her palm in fear she might have an itch.
Ambai sniffed softly, looking at the little boy Haru. Even the butler looked anxious as they tried to console her.
"I think she might be sick, master. Let's take her to a hospital," the butler whispered, taking the bottle milk from her.
Haru placed a hand on her forehand. "She is not having a temperature. Do you think she had an ear infection? I head babies fuss a lot when they do,"
"I am not sure sir.. it's better to get it tested."
Ambai wailed even louder. 'I am not sick.. How can I even converse with you guys?' she suddenly saw the complimentary notepad and pen on the bed-side table. She waved her hands towards it.