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With the doctor's orders given, Rannoch obliged. He reached towards the foul-tasting herbs and grabbed them once he was in range. As Rannoch chewed, and as an unattractive expression settled upon his face, the Iota pulled away from where Lyra had left the herbs and attempted to get into a more comfortable position. 

"Thanks, Lyra," Rannoch said with another yawn once he rest his head upon his outstretched forelegs; his eyes sought the Medic once more before he closed them. "You're the best." And with his sentiment and appreciation voiced, Rannoch fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

Despite his stillness, the only indication of his liveliness came from the light snore that crossed his dark lips.