well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

It had taken Valdís awhile to recover from her respiratory infection, far longer than she would've liked, but she was finally getting around better. To think she had to celebrate her 9th birthday fighting off illness. Was this what it meant to grow old? She stretched, ears twitching at the call for a meeting. Valdís groaned as she pulled herself into a sitting position. She was stiff. Everything hurt. Being old sucked. She got to her paws, stretching once more and applying another dose of the cream Ásvor had given to help with the joint pain she'd endured with her fever. She was sure her wife was keeping on top of healing duties and probably out and about somewhere but Valdís knew she'd likely catch her lover at the meeting. As soon as she was fully well she'd suggest the two go on a little getaway together now that the kid was out of the nest. Valdís arrived at the meeting and settled down quietly to listen.