Moonspear you might catch a star

Floki, she repeated in her mind, immediately taking a liking to the name for no known reason. She offered him a somewhat timid smile, then faced Charon again when he inquired about her paw. She would have to face reality, she knew. If she couldn't put weight on it, that meant she would have to cut her search short and hobble home, sans Finley. The thought alone made her throat tighten and abruptly she was fighting tears. She fought hard, for some reason not wanting Floki in particular to see her cry.

Trying to stiffen her upper lip, she had to admit, "I'm actually not sure I can walk very well. If it weren't for my aunt, I'd head right home to see my sister. She's a medic..." She knew she was babbling but she was really starting to feel overwrought. "But I can't give up on Aunt Flea! What if she's hurt? What if she needs help?"