oooh! He need some MILK!

He suffered through her ministrations with as little attitude as he could muster. Riva was helping, he had to keep reminding himself that. His chest hurt. Every breath in brought a new wave of pain, and he was starting to feel nauseous with it as the adrenaline wore off. Eventually she stopped trying to blind him, and offered up more herbs. These ones smelled familiar. Minty. “Eat this” she commanded lightly. He did as he was told. They tasted good. Nice and cool on his tongue. “Alright, your going to feel stiff for a few days, I recommend keeping off your feet as much as possible well that heals. As for your head injury, you have a concussion.. That means no sleep, so i’ll be dragging you off to my den for a lie down, so I can keep an eye on you.”

This time, he didn't hold back on his loud groan. "Rivaaaaaaaaa," he whined as pitifully as possible, eyes falling shut as he tipped his head back to let the elongated syllable turn into a half howl of displeasure. He was tired! "How about I give you the general location of a half dead cougar, and you let me have a nap. I promise I won't tell." he offered halfheartedly, doing his best to lay his best puppy eyes on her. He slowly eased to his paws again, waiting for her response. It would be so nice if he could lay down, close his eyes, and wake up to find out this was all just a weird dream.

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