Lump On A Log

Cerberus didn't move as Rusalka entered the room, his eyes only moving to look at her as she came to view. It hurt him deeply that he didn't want to jump up to be at her side, but he just couldn't muster the energy to do so. His jaw pushed his head up off the bed as he spoke, "I'm sorry Ruse, I want to but I'm just not feeling well." But as he looked at his sister's almost playful form, he just felt this strange urge to get up out of bed to be with her. With a sigh, wobbly paws pulled him up off the bed before carefully stepping down to be next to her. "I guess a walk won't be so bad." Given his weaker form from laying in bed all these weeks, a walk was probably a good place to start. He didn't expect anything more than that, though he wasn't quite aware that his sister might have been keen on finding ways to get into trouble.

"Cerberus Klein"