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Even an injured child would eventually exhaust themselves just by crying. This was true of little Alyx as well. Although there was no way she could hear her mother's pleading voice, much less respond to it, the chubby cub began to coincidentally hush down the moment Niamh started apologizing. Her voice rose in a brief crescendo when Phox began sniffing around her sore flank, only to fade into trilling whines as she began growing tired of her own tantrum.

Thankfully, her parents figured out the cause of all the kerfuffle quickly, because it wasn't long before Alyx slipped into a fitful doze. Without a doubt, she would wake multiple times only to remember that her side was hurting and start crying, but before long the swelling would go down and the stinger would work its own way out.