Uh... Ow?

She hadn’t realised the Crux was awake, not until he spoke. She glanced over at him, and a relieved grin crossed her muzzle. “Silly”  she croaked at him, though he was right. They did seem to cross paths, disaster after disaster. What that said about the two of them, she really wasn’t sure.

She bit the corner of her muzzle, frowning at him with worry. They both sounded croaky now, but Crux’s pain was fresh. She needed to do something more to help him, but she didn’t have much on her. She had gone out swimming, and not expected to need any supplies. She realised now how foolish that was. But as she looked at Crux, she realised that he did have things on him. She wasn’t surprised, he was always so much better prepared than she was. She looked into his supplies, and picked up a jar that looked like - yup! - a sniff confirmed that it was honey. She opened it, and started to spread some of that under the damp mos, before offering a spoonful for him to eat.  ”What happened?”  She asked, lowering her head close to his so he could hear her.


"Speech"