Moonspear know that the shine inside will always keep you strong

He sensed her growing unease and felt rather unfortunately as though he'd said something wrong. Perhaps she did not appreciate his talk of moving forward, or perhaps the implication that Moonglow, too, might fade was insulting. Whatever the case, he felt awful when he finally quieted —

And then very, very alarmed.

"Pie?" he asked, crouching at her side to try and take in the scent of her breath. That was always the first thing his father had done when he was feeling unwell. "What's wrong?" he asked her, but it seemed almost as if she couldn't hear.

He reeled back a fraction when she wretched, his heart beating rabbit-like in his chest. He sent up a quick, pleading howl: Someone help!

"Pie?" he said again, softly, when she lifted her head. His mind attached quite inanely to the sound of her name. Pie, Mai, Pie, Mai. They'd match, if he went by the latter half of his name instead of the first. "Let's get you to some water," he suggested, though he was not at all sure he should try to move her. He was prepared, though, if she was, to act as a support along the way.