A cure for apathy

The boy stared at her, tight lipped. It might be bad for him? Why hadn't she told him how much to eat?! Why hadn't she just put enough out for him?! Panic began to edge its way into the child and his thin frame began to shake. He didn't understand so much about what was to happen, but he was hopeful that it would help him.

Beat listened to the instructions. Feel free. If it's bad, try to sleep. He thought he understood that part. Things should happen quickly if his stomach was empty, which it was. When had he last eaten? What had he last eaten? Beat sat and waited. How long would this take? How long had they been waiting?

The black and white pup raised his face to ask Asvor how much longer he would have to wait. His vision rippled like waves in a pond and his eyes widened. What was happening? "I don't..." He started to speak, but his voice sounded low and rumbly. This brought an instant laugh from the boy, but the laugh was so sharp that it hurt his ears and he winced, pulling in on himself. That was weird. He wasn't sure that he liked that part. Again he tried to look at the earthen woman but she had disappeared. There was a tree where she once stood. "Aaaaaasvor? Where diiid you go?" Beat asked the air, still unsure of his voice.