What?

HE would crouch beside her, cyan gaze riveted to his mother's form. What was wrong with her? What was that herb? she simply smelled it, deeply, but also nibbled on it - but mostly smelled. Was it most effective on smell? Why did it help his mother? What was wrong with his mother? He didn't know, and quite frankly it bothered him. His mother should not be like this, ears pinned, deep breathing, as if she'd... he didn't know. Runa whole lot? Got in a fight? But there were most definitely no wounds and she had been fine minutes before.

His eyes would wander off, though movement from her - her looking up at him - would cause them to snap onto her red and pink eyes. He'd frown at her, body tense even as he hovered there silently. Her words would break him - he would surge forward, concerned whines spilling from him as he sniffled all over Marina's face, every once in a while also licking. Sorry? How could she be sorry? "Mama, what on earth are you sorry for?" he muttered, shaking his head even as he nuzzled said head into the fur on her scruff. No, no need for her to be sorry. Only be alright.