[Blissfully ignorant of everything that had just passed through his mind, Lysithea takes his protruding tongue very much at face value. She suppresses a strange urge that passes through her mind to poke it.]

It's the dog, you know.

You can't really hate somebody very strongly when they've got something adorable hanging around them constantly. That's why Styx spends his time out and about town.

[Actually, she simply has an odd relationship with her Omen. Naturally untrustworthy of anything that claims to be unconditionally supportive of her, Lysithea finds it deeply uncomfortable to be faced with a physical manifestation of part of her soul. Styx understands.

They've been growing more tolerant of one another in recent days, though Styx dutifully manifests whenever she's in true danger. And whenever she needs someone to take videos of the bakery.]

Well, I still find it unlikely that it would be some sort of intrinsic part of you. It's not as if this was happening the last three months, and I don't connect blindness with accidents, either.

Something must have changed.

[She raises a finger.]

Ah -- your Pthumerian. Is it unhappy with you? Perhaps it's cursed you.