Dragoncrest Cliffs for all the sacred selfless days

cheri toddles after him as he takes her branch, bristling still with unease; watching resolutely as he begins to paw at the earth. she decides the right thing to do would be to help him, crawling forth so she can reach into the little crevices of soil that he can't. she wished to place her prize into the hole herself, but she cannot angle it right — lafayette would've likely had to take it from her yet again in order to actually get the job done.
by the end of their little project, she is pleased with him and the follow-up of his promises. her coolness melts into a visible warmth, albeit a bashful, almost apologetic one. t'ank you, she mumbles, stubby little tail swishing against the dirt. nobubby find it, oui?
the nagging scrape in her armpit was getting increasingly hard to ignore; a burning sensation now crawled down her forelimb, and now her elder cousin begins to notice. how embarrassing! she was stronger than this!
de stick hurt me arm, she grumbles, gaze averted toward the floor as she dangles the pale forelimb in the air. is' okay doe. i be fine.