Broken Boulder chicken noodle soup

"Thanks for the pillow," Lily giggled, placing her cheek on his paws. She looked up at him with a toothy grin, fiery eyes flashing. "And for the company. Really, how are you? What have you been up to?" She hadn't seen him in so long, and so much had happened since their sleepless night. The new arrivals, the cats. . . There was so much to talk about--

And now she had a voice with which to do it!

He looked worried, but he ought not to be. It was just a little cough--nothing some herbs couldn't fix. At least, that was what her mother would have diagnosed her with. She was more worried about him catching it from her than anything else; he didn't need anything else on his plate.