Redhawk Caldera sick day

It wasn't until he heard Aiden's little laugh that he realized why Aiden had become so stiff. It wasn't the medicines. He'd tried to console the boy, after assuming that Aiden was disgusted by the taste of anything medicinal. But when he heard the laugh he knew that it wasn't disgust. This was typical, teenage boy anxiety. And Bridget hadn't only layered the medicine in honey, but the way she coaxed him to take it as well. 

Aiden willingly ate up the herbs that had been brought for him, and Bronco sat up just enough to catch Bridget's eye. She was good with kids. And she was good at using whatever advantage she had over their affections to make them take care of themselves. He blinked at her, corners of his mouth drawn back in an I'm impressed! kind of look before he nestled himself back down alongside Aiden. 

"Ah sure, only the toughest men get the Man-cold. He'll bounce back in no time won'tya champ," He said. "I was gonna teach him bobstones. You know how to play, Bridge?" He asked, mindfully assessing Aiden's reaction out of the corner of his eye.