Whitefish River You-you-you-you threw my sandwich away. *MY* sandwich?

His request was easy for her to agree to; she had actually already promised as much, so she just nodded and nuzzled her face into his fur when he pulled her close once more. I don't know what I would do without you either, she murmured. Really, just the thought made her chest tighten with panic and sadness. She remained pressed against him for a bit, not saying anything, but eventually the cramps made themselves known again. And shortly after, she was reminded of how tired she really was. She yawned against his fur and shifted a little uncomfortably. 

Want to take a nap? she asked softly. She had to take a lot of them lately, and sometimes she would ask him to join her; those were her favorite naps. But now, she wondered if he would, or if he was still too upset with her. She could tell he was still angry, even if he was trying not to show it, so she wouldn't blame him if he wasn't interested in indulging her.