Larksong Grotto fredonman

mireille chuckled. "you have been busy, kel." this time her tone was approving. "if we can keep him alive t'rough de night, he will be on his way to a better recovery, i t'ink." the fact that he had been up and talking at all was a miracle in itself.
amusement tickled her features. "what did he say?" she asked out of curiosity, crossing the small space to sit near kel with a sigh of tiredness.