Moonspear railroad shelter

Alaric didn’t seem particularly concerned about catching whatever might be ailing her. Meerkat’s brow furrowed. Maybe he wouldn’t mind coming down with it but she didn’t like that idea, especially if it could be reasonably prevented.

Let’s not get you sick in the first place, she countered. The pups need you more than I do. Thank you for your willingness but I don’t really think a checkup is necessary. I will take you up on that, though, Meerkat said, reaching out to pick up the sprigs he’d placed on the floor. I’m sure they’ll help my throat. It’s pretty sore.

In fact, talking was making it feel all the raspier. Meerkat bent down to lick the small green leaves into her mouth, immediately tasting a burst of freshness. She chewed carefully, moving the mush around her mouth to maximize its effect, then swallowed.

Thank you, she repeated. Probably the best medicine is rest, right?