But Carla wasn’t thinking about that now. Or at least, it wasn’t the only thing she was thinking about. Pita might be "safe." but she was probably also terrified. Especially if Mitsuhama was holding her. She was probably every bit as frightened as Carla had been when the hell hound stood on top of her, teeth bared and ready to strike. Carla felt a twinge of sympathy and wished there was something she could do for the girl. Perhaps there was.