Hideaway Strath Itchy and scratchy show

Unlike his mother, Phox had grown up with a capable healer in the form of Raven, so he was used to being poked and prodded while she fixed whatever problems he had. Having Raven here right about now would have been nice, but he tossed that thought into the wind. He was here now, for the sake of his children and for his own sanity. Kenyi rambled off a bunch of things he only half paid attention to.

My what? he asked, probably answering the question right then and there. Not heeding her advice in the least, he squirmed a few inches back, then began to chew and nibble on his feet where the sensation was the worst. If he could *just* scratch it enough, he was sure it would feel better. Right?