trip to the vet

although the girl is predictably resistant, she lets him apply the poultice with minimal fuss and seems to appreciate the soothing effects, so that’s something. then she offers to help him out, which is also something. “yes,” he agrees, presenting his back to her so she can reach the spots he’d missed. as she works, he falls into a thoughtful silence, mind sifting through moments he’s shared with this pup. what is proper protocol now? what would his siblings do? “um,” he clears his throat, frowning into the distance. “do you like…brains?” finding favoured subjects in common is the polite thing to do, right? when making one’s acquaintance? as a homebody, Ume’s had little cause to wonder about such things.