Lake Rodney little boy blue and the man in the moon

The puff of small cheeks make her smile at least, a weak little thing that was gone fast. She swallowed down the reaction, lifting one leg to stare at it for a moment, trying to focus on what the young lord was saying, before nodding slowly.

She did, in fact, probably need a medic, of some kind. To deal with the wheezing breaths, the shivers, the dull cling of her coat and the tight stretch of skin over bone. Sarnai ran her tongue weakly over a fluffed up stretch of fur on her chest.

What ov you? Your minder? She murmured after a moment, tipping her head to her chest and closing her eyes.