Redhawk Caldera She's a habit and I can't let go

Elwood's frown only darkened as Finley spoke, but he listened patiently to her words, doing his best to digest and understand them. No matter how hard he tried, though, he couldn't make sense of them. There was no logical reason as to why she would have felt so "weird" over the last couple of weeks -- as much as he racked his brain, he couldn't come up with a single action of his own that could have caused it. He felt irritation bloom in his chest, but he quickly swallowed it; despite the fact that Finley had felt a need to be away from him -- and from the Caldera, he reminded himself -- she was with him now. That was what was important.

Slowly and quietly, he exhaled through his nostrils as she shifted her weight, presumably into a more comfortable position. He found that he didn't have any words to explain away her "spring fever," so he chose not to speak, instead craning his neck so that his muzzle rested gently against her side. He was careful not to apply too much pressure; he didn't want to cause her to throw up again.

"Well, I'm sorry you're sick after all of that," he finally replied, his tone sincere. He lifted his chin and looked down at her. "I'm sure you'll be feeling better soon. Do you need me to get you anything?"