Redhawk Caldera Be true to your bar

Orca grinned and leaned into Finley's brief caress, enjoying the nonverbal praise that was bestowed upon her. She then fell into step behind her godmother, casting furtive glances in Phox's direction as he trudged alongside her. When he suddenly paused and began to heave, Orca paused too, watching him with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

Phox deposited a pile of vomit on the ground and almost immediately began to eat it again. Orca leaned towards him, sniffing with interest, but her brother gobbled it up before she could get a taste. When Finley asked if hurling had made Phox feel better, Orca glanced up at her and nodded. "He better," she said, whether or not that was actually true.