Konja had seen people make that face at him a lot, which was distressing. Sad faces were bad. "Don't worry!" he assured her. "I'm gonna wait here until mama gets back, and then everything will be fine!" It always made him make the same face when people finally did leave him though. He had every intention of waiting but it still got lonely. "Bye."
At the end of the day he sat with the same patience and cheer, humming to himself a song a passing bird had sang years ago.
