Blackbeak Bluff hot ocean milk with dead animal croutons

last wb'd seen her, dusky baby'd been a wretch of a thing, half starved and heartbreaking, and it'd only been the scent of guardianship that'd kept her from trying to intervene more (not that the starlet knows much about child rearing, but!) . now the pretty angel seems on the mend, nicely filled out and glowing with health, or with something akin to health -- and oh, she's close enough to see those spots of pinked skin through rubbed down fur, and before she's time to process that this is the first thing she's ever heard dusky baby say aloud she is springing back and away, expression alarmed.

"you can talk!" she cries, joyous and unnerved. wb may not know what a flea is but the scarlet witch has the sense to stay a safe distance from a visible skin condition - she's too beautiful to succumb to such a fate (sorry, dusky baby) "why're you itchy?!"