I Got An Owie

The more he learned the more confusing Meriadoc found the story. That was just the way it was with kids. He was getting decent at reading between the lines and connected dots. He lit up visibly and stopped what he was doing to meet his daughter's eyes when she cheerfully informed him she'd caught the cat's leg in her mouth. In all honesty the thought of his kid, young as she was, doing something like that terrified him, but she was strong and capable, and just stubborn enough that if he visibly disapproved he was afraid she'd stop being this open with him. Rather than say it outright when she was clearly so proud, he'd have to find another way to encourage her to be more careful. "Did you really? Impressive! It sounds like it was quite the fight."

After cleaning the wounds Meriadoc glanced around the ground and was pleased when his gaze immediately landed on the familiar leaves of a plantain plant. He picked a few leaves and after bruising them, applied them to Maeva's wounds like self-sticking bandages. For now they were unbound so he cautioned, "You're going to have to be careful, now, otherwise you'll undo all of my hard work." Maybe that would slow her down for a bit. He didn't think that would have any effect on her trouble-making in general, of course, but perhaps she would take it easy for a day or two.