The boy's current strength was wavering, that much was true. He held in his emotions even if it made him sick. He didn't like his family worrying about him - so he worried for them. He pulled off how they felt so easily. If someone was happy so was he, angry - then he might have been angry as well. As his sister spoke, his tail twitched with displeasure. More talking, he guessed he could sacrifice that much for her. Nodding his head as he let a shiver ravage his body for a few seconds. Back into this so called den of theirs for now.
"Aunty Amalia is a healer." he spoke softly. After meeting her - he had been given so many herbs not even Holly or mother had known. Razor had thought his mom was amazing at what she had done, yet Amalia made it seem like it was a piece of cake if anything at all. Once in the den, he curled up into a ball. Giving out a sigh, now that he could finally calm down his racing heart beat.
