Annual Checkup

It came as a little delight to the Armada lad when Lillith so readily accepted his offer to give her a physical checkup in turn. He hadn't been really expecting her to agree, especially not after the degree of embarrassing he'd done to her, but now that he'd offered he couldn't rightly change his mind. Besides, it would be good paws on experience for him. He blinked in surprise, but the smile on his face grew all the same. "Okay, great! Assume the position, stand up straight, don't stretch or strain. Just be comfy." Lillith did as he directed, lifting her head up to him with vibrant, lively red eyes and this adorable little dopey grin on her face. Damn, she was too cute!

Roman chuckled as he held her gaze for a moment, then came closer to begin his examination. He did as she had, starting with her cute little nose, ending the first part of the exam with a playful boop to the end of her snoot. He gently lifted her lips and jowls, inspecting the color of her gums and her fangs, giving a quiet hum of appraisal before moving to her gorgeous eyes. As he checked them, he sighed and shook his head. "You really have the best eyes, y'know that, Lil? I'm so envious. They're like my great-uncle Bacchus' and mine are just... gray." Content with how her eyes looked and responded, Roman gave her silky soft ears a feel, running the delicate skin through his paws ever so slowly.

With their height difference, he was practically leaning over her, their bodies scant inches apart with her standing perfectly level with his chest. When he finished, he moved his paws down the sides of her face to cup her cheeks, giving them a gentle pat and a playful smirk before letting those paw pads drift down over her jaw to her neck. "Chin up, please," he said, and once she complied, he slowly ran his paws down the sides of her neck, then brought one back ti run down her throat, feeling the muscles for any strain and noting her pulse in her veins.

He smiled at her as his paws moved to rest over her chest, giving simple instructions of, "Breathe in. Hold... Breathe out." He felt the rise and fall of her chest, then replaced his paws with his head, pressing an ear to her chest. "Breathe in. Hold... Breathe out." Her lungs sounded weaker than they should be for a wolf her age, still clearly ravaged by whatever disease she had contracted. Roman placed a paw over her heart to count her pulse and feel the strength of it. "How've you been feeling in general? Any symptoms beyond the usual? How has the fatigue and breathlessness been the last few days?"

"Speech"