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

They arrived at Amalia’s den. While the adult bustled about inside, Frolic lingered in the doorway, craning her head inward to peek around with eyes and nose. When Amalia turned and draped something warm and soft over her, her eyes widened in surprise before she pushed her cheek against her shoulder, rubbing it on the soft fur.

Sinking down beneath its comfy weight, Frolic nipped at the small, fragrant leaves Amalia proffered her. They didn’t taste good but they weren’t terrible, either. They filled her mouth with a cooling sensation, which indeed soothed her throat a little with every labored breath.

Frolic didn’t mean to fall asleep there, splooted just inside Amalia’s doorway, but the pampering had been effective. Her eyelids grew heavy and she didn’t even bother putting up a token fight before succumbing to sleep.

Thanks, Nurse Amalia.