The woman smiled as she accepted it, wincing slightly. “I’m Ester,” she said. “Thank you—for all of this. I was walking Juno earlier when the thunder hit. It spooked him. He bolted so suddenly, I lost my grip and fell hard. My cane flew. I couldn’t find it again.”
Maya listened quietly, hands cupped around her mug. Ester continued, her voice steadier now. “When I realised that my arm was hurt and I wouldn’t be able to get up, I told Juno to go get help. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t know what would have happened to me out there.”