Sawtooth Spire unordentlich

He was at her side in a matter of seconds, his nose moving through her fur. He was so grown, it made her heart hurt. He was, understandably, worried; it showed in his expression and in his demand. Stag, she said first. Calm down, she urged softly, reaching out to nuzzle his cheek if he would allow it in the state he was in. I'm okay. I'm just sick, but Mahler is helping me get better, Taki assured her son. She glanced over at Mahler and then back to Stag. She hated to see him so upset, and she hated herself for being here in the first place when she knew she wouldn't stay. I'm going to stay here while I get better, she told him, the implication that her stay would only be temporary hopefully apparent. If that's okay with you, He lived here; she didn't, and she knew it would be difficult for him when she left again. If he didn't want her to stay, then she wouldn't. She watched his face for whatever emotions might appear there, worried she might see hurt or something else equally upsetting. Her muscled screamed for rest, but she ignored it; this was important, and she could muster up the energy for it.