Celty was just as worried about the puppy as Alice was, even if she was so silent about it. It wasn't until she saw the puppy begin to calm in Alice's arms that she allowed herself to relax. She couldn't hear the voice of the puppy in the same way Alice was, but she was just as ready to accept it as the normal comforting chatter of anyone talking to an animal.

She nodded at the offered thanks and then fished out her phone once more. 'It's fine. I'm glad I could be of help. The puppy is okay, right?' A little mud could be washed away but a life in danger was always more important. That her kind was associated with death had nothing to do with how she felt on that.