Redsand Canyon When we were kids in the backyard

There was pain, and then there was not. Movement, then stillness. Fridigness, then warmth. Back and forth the cycle went.

Her ears were not quite attuned to her surroundings. But when a breath came, and then a voice, Alstromeria's head jerked sideways.

The familiar form of Germanicus was beside her. Hic es— She croaked, ear swiveling towards him. 

Momentarily forgetting her lack of mobility, she tried to shift closer, but didn't get very far. Panting, she reached for his paw. Then pointing with her nose, she gestured to her rear legs. Non potest movere eos... Another croak, broken by a whine. Speaking was difficult, but she could not direct him without words.