don't ever gift pets

The noise came to a crescendo and Lucretia stilled completely, barely registering Bourbon's presence at her side. Her ears were pressed flat against her head and her eyes were screwed tightly shut. "we're surrounded..." she whispered hoarsely. Nothing can get to you here. Not while I'm with you.

As the pounding hooves faded, her body slowly began to relax. Luce's muscles had tensed so tightly while she was panicking that her whole body was sore. It felt as if she'd run miles and miles; it ached. Slowly, her eyes opened and she refocused on the dimly lit interior of her den. The warmth and smell of Bourbon was all around her. It was... nice. "don't move," she said quietly. "please..." Logically, she knew that she could use some lavender, chamomile, and gingseng to perk her back up, but she was unwilling to send Bourbon away to fetch the items. He was smaller than her, but somehow bigger and braver than she could ever be.

"lucretia mutters..."