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At first, he resisted leaning into Amalia too much, but as they made the trek to her den, more of his body began to ache. His ankle was starting to hurt fiercely and he couldn’t stop panting. Even when they reached their destination and he eased inside, his tongue lolled from his mouth as he breathed hard.

Amalia departed to grab something and Atreus tried to get comfortable, though it was impossible. He bent down to nose at his throbbing ankle, a small whine eking out of his throat. He didn’t think it was broken but maybe he’d sprained it? Atreus wasn’t savvy about these things.

Luckily, Amalia knew a bit about first aid and soon provided damp moss to drape over his ankle. It did bring him a measure of relief. If someone had asked him to rate his pain, he would’ve scored it at eight before the moss, maybe five after its application.

Thanks, Amalia, he said in a slightly thready voice. He meant to tell her how he’d injured himself but instead, Atreus found himself saying, You’re always looking out for me, taking care of me. It means a lot, you know.