She could point out that it's not the dogs she'd need help with, but she suspects those few seconds of silence were his real answer. It would have been nice for them to have something to talk about, or work on, that didn't revolve around his monthly transformation - or so she'd thought. But maybe he'd rather just keep avoiding spend less time with her.

"It's all right," she says lightly, pushing herself off his back and toward the dock. "I'm sure we'll manage."

Maybe it's just as well; she's not sure how well Yuri'd get along with Edgar, and now it's not an issue. It doesn't exactly feel like a victory, though - more like a giant step backwards - and she winces as she hauls herself back up onto the dock.