Sawtooth Spire They're making plans while I watch TV

Stag dropped his muzzle as his dam imparted a few affectionate licks -- she was not free of his own in return, though the yearling settled carefully some distance away.

He was relieved she was back -- selfishly, he knew -- but relieved all the same. It had been a long and strange time without her, and he had been tormented by the guilt he should have gone with her. If he had -- maybe she wouldn't have gotten so sick.

"I'm fine." Stag replied, keeping his tone light despite the guilt that chased him like a demon. He cared more about how she was. How was she feeling? Did she need anything? His gaze passed over her frame with concern before he spoke again. "But never mind that. How are you? Are you feeling any better -- do you want anything?"