05.Sep.19, 11:34 PM
Erebuth had been slowly warming to the healers and when he saw it was Eb’zer at the door he relaxed slightly. He didn’t come out from behind B’kit’s legs, though he did hum cautiously and sniff at the offered toy when it was clear he wasn’t immediately going to be poked or prodded. B’kit gave him an encouraging nod when the blue glanced up at him questioningly. “Go ahead, it’s okay,” he said with a smile.
Thank you Erebuth said in a small gravelly voice. The tiny blue gingerly accepted the toy, holding it by the end and carry-dragging it off to investigate, narrowly avoiding tripping over it and his own feet several times. He circled and settled down, giving it a cautious lick and tilting his head as he considered the best way to approach the puzzling new item. B’kit smiled, watching him, then turned his attention back to the healer. “Nothing much beyond his eating habits. He seems to move a bit more easily than the others, and he doesn’t complain of pain in his joints. Though he’s still so small…”
Kitt gestured to a chair if the healer wanted to sit, perching on the edge of the bed and stroking Nutmeg absently as the flit chittered curiously. “He keeps the food down well enough; one benefit to the smaller meals, I suppose. He doesn’t gorge. But I wish he’d eat just a little more and let us both get some sleep.” The past three days had been simultaneously thrilling, terrifying, and exhausting, and B’kit would give practically anything for one night of uninterrupted sleep. “I don’t know that I’d sleep too well even if he did.”
Thank you Erebuth said in a small gravelly voice. The tiny blue gingerly accepted the toy, holding it by the end and carry-dragging it off to investigate, narrowly avoiding tripping over it and his own feet several times. He circled and settled down, giving it a cautious lick and tilting his head as he considered the best way to approach the puzzling new item. B’kit smiled, watching him, then turned his attention back to the healer. “Nothing much beyond his eating habits. He seems to move a bit more easily than the others, and he doesn’t complain of pain in his joints. Though he’s still so small…”
Kitt gestured to a chair if the healer wanted to sit, perching on the edge of the bed and stroking Nutmeg absently as the flit chittered curiously. “He keeps the food down well enough; one benefit to the smaller meals, I suppose. He doesn’t gorge. But I wish he’d eat just a little more and let us both get some sleep.” The past three days had been simultaneously thrilling, terrifying, and exhausting, and B’kit would give practically anything for one night of uninterrupted sleep. “I don’t know that I’d sleep too well even if he did.”