Redhawk Caldera sick day

He settled in alongside the youngster, figuring at least he could help keep him warm or be a pillow for Aiden to rest against. Bridget was soon to join them, carrying something which inspired a similar look from Bronco. Medicine. It would help, likely, but he knew how medicines tasted and like the man-child he was, he didn't particularly like having to take medicines. "Doesn't look too bad, kiddo. Smells like...Honey," Bronco said. Obviously, there was other medicines hidden in it, but at least Bridget had sugar-coated it. 

"I figured I'd give him some company, maybe teach him how to play bobstones. If he needs food, I can run and get something. Anything to keep him from getting a case of Bronco-itis," Lame joke but that was what was going to make his company all the more fun. Dad jokes.