Neverwinter Forest Then all at once she understood,

Jackalope watched as the pitiful woman made an attempt to eat the small morsel of meat he'd offered her, but in the end, it simply came back up- relatively untouched. He groaned. He wondered if Aibreann knew any ways to help a wolf whose stomach was too weak to digest food, and what dawned upon him then was the fact that he knew his sister had experienced this before. So had Miriam, likely, considering the fact that she and Aibreann had something in common- they were both mothers. And while Jackalope had never raised children before, he found himself possessed by an idea that openly disgusted him, made him openly roll his eyes and cringe- but what else was there to do?

"You nap now. Bout a thirty minute nap, or whatever," He said, attempting to soothe her by brusing his muzzle over his shoulders but the gesture was devoid of empathy. He stepped toward the meal he'd brought, and began tearing it up into small bits, and he devoured them, feeling his own hunger satisfied at least for the time being. Then, with a soft sigh, he slumped down onto the floor beside her, resting his angular shoulders as gently as possible against hers. He could feel her bones beneath her skin, which made him frown. With a sigh, he began to stare off into space, content to simply stay there and wait- allowing his own stomach to do the work hers couldn't, dreading the task he knew he'd have to face once the food had settled enough.