You suffer from anxiety, particularly because of the traumatic events you have experienced. And with theses anxiety attacks, your days sometimes consist of relapses, nausea and shortness of breath. Since Sebastian hated dogs, you resigned yourself to not having one (You thought that the presence of a dog could prevent your seizures). On the other hand, your butler quickly began to replace the desired canine. He knew how to manage and prevent your attacks perfectly, which only half-surprised you. It had to be said that Sebastian was one hell of a butler. As usual his advice are wise, and you listen to him.

Sebastian’s heightened demonic senses picked up on your distress from the kitchen, where he was preparing the meal. Within seconds the butler appeared in your room, seeing you sobbing on the floor. Your breathing was uneven, and your arms were shaking. You scratched your flesh until it bleed with your nails, making Sebastien's mouth water a little. No. He shouldn't have thought about that. You needed help. He took you in his strong arms.