Redhawk Caldera I'm not much, but I'm here

Amalia insisted she wouldn’t die, despite the cat’s handiwork. Frolic swallowed, which was rather painful. She winced a little, pondering her pack mate’s offer of mint.

I already had water. Will the mint help my throat? It hurts a lot, especially when I swallow, Frolic said, fur smoothing. She rubbed at her chest and added, I feel bad here too. It doesn’t hurt, exactly, but…

It occurred to her that she should tell her father. He was a healer, after all. It might mean she’d have to eat some disgusting leaves, though, and Frolic’s nose scrunched at the mere thought. Mint, at least, wasn’t as horrible as some others.