A case of the sniffles

“I’m my pleasure, my Lady” Lia promised her, wanting nothing more than Briar to be happy and healthy. She saw the way she reacted to the hot cups before her, and fretted for a moment. Was Briar unhappy? Before she realised it was gratitude in her Lady eyes. That was strange and unexpected, and she didn’t know what to do with it. She swallowed down her own emotions as she felt the woman's temperature. She definitely felt warm and unwell.

“If you wish. You need bed rest and fluids, and it would be easier to keep an eye on you from here” she agreed gently. Watching as Briar gave her room. It was strange to share a bed with someone and not perform other duties for them, but Briars shyness on the matter was enough that Lia knew that wasn’t what was to be expected of her. She lay beside the other woman, and wrapped her paws gently about her, feeling the warmth given off by her flu.

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