Redhawk Caldera don't stop until your heart goes numb.

no more fever! Just constantly hacking up bits of lung, but I hear those aren't as important as doctors try to make them seem o:

Fin kept a watchful eye on Elwood, gauging his reaction to her words. Though his expression remained morose and he bowed his head seemingly in humble regret, she still had some doubts. There had been a moment, albeit it brief, where she'd thought she'd spotted a different emotion upon his face. It could easily have been amusement at the accusation that he was a butt - in retrospect, that probably wasn't the best word to use if she wanted to mask her fading anger. At the same time, it could have been a flicker of anger with her for continuing to push the issue.

Finley began to nibble gently on her bottom lip as he took a few more steps towards her, preparing herself to meet his anger if that was indeed how this conversation was doomed to proceed. But when Elwood spoke, there wasn't a hint of derision in his tone that suggested he was anything but what he seemed, and that was truly sorry for being a butt. Fin felt a teeny tiny smile crack upon her muzzle as relief swept over her. Relief and a bot of giddiness over the sudden thought of I get my Twig back!

"A giant, fuzzy, goober butt," Fin persisted, this time the mildest touch of humor glimmering on her voice. The smile that only seconds before she'd tried to stifle had won the battle and now rested happily upon her muzzle, though her eyes remained narrow, now in mischief instead of irritation.