Marisa's love towards the little one simply vanished.
To begin with, yukkuris long for having offspring merely to take it easy.
As for such wounded little one with which Marisa couldn't feel easy at all...
(Everything about little one...
Marisa has to take care everything of her for ever and after noze...?)
Marisa will lick-lick the poo-poo for little one ever after noze?)
Marisa felt something freezingly cold hearing Miss' words.
"She is unable to fetch food,
unable to do toilet,
and unable to take it easy.
And you have to spend you whole life taking care of her, isn't that true?
You can understand, can't you?"