Little boys are made of ick and sick

Satira sat on the far edge of the den away from her sneezing and sniffling brother who looked positively green around the gills. She'd warned him numerous times that splashing around in mud and rain was going to get him sick, and now look at him! Her noose scrunched up in disgust while she tried her best to keep him quarantined away from her; she didn't want to catch whatever he'd gotten. Although she thought it served him right for his cavalier attitude towards cleanliness and hygiene, she couldn't help but feel a little bad for the boy. He clearly was hiding how under the weather he felt, and even worse, she felt useless to help him. She'd told her father that she wanted to be a healer like him, but so far she had no knowledge on the subject. All she could offer her brother was a very apprehensive head pat whenever he sneezed.

She had known their mother had sent for Mojito once Arc began to show symptoms of being unwell, and almost immediately, she heard the greeting bark of her father at entrance. Tira's baby blue eyes brightened with excitement and she scampered for the door, a huge smile on her face. "Daddy!" Satira cheered as she bounded out to the canine, mostly ignoring the squishy mud from all the rain they'd been having as she ran into his chest with an affectionate nuzzle. "Are you here to see Arc, Dad? He's all snotty and gross right now and I hate it." She turned to nudge her father's shoulder, trying to usher and lead him into the den. Arc didn't need to be coming outside in the muggy weather when he was like this.

WC: 287
Total: 671 / 1500

"Satira Fatalis"