Crux knew he couldn't stop Triss from taking care of him even if he tried, so really the little space he'd made to keep from infecting her was the compromise he'd managed. Her warning was appreciated but also, he knew, a formality. Triss was slippery when she wanted to be and in his sluggish state there was no way he could have done anything to stop her. Crux settled for watching her instead, unable to help the way his tail started to brush across the floor at just the sight of her, sick or not. The little comedy of errors that played out before him couldn't help but cause a soft chuckle, which did turn into a few coughes, and Crux turned his head away to try and cough into the shoulder furthest from Triss before he turned his attention back to her.
"Careful." Crux croaked softly, reaching out a foreleg to gently lift the coat off Triss and onto himself as he'd read her intention there well enough. "We all good? No spills?" Crux looked over the smaller wolf carefully, checking for any obvious signs of having burned herself with the tea. Sick or not he couldn't seem to turn off the doctor brain. It probably made him an annoying patient to deal with all things considered. He was doing his best not to slip into quizzing Triss while she was actively trying to help him. But despite himself he couldn't help but crane his neck a bit to try and see if he could deduce what sort of tea the young woman had arrived with.
WC: 267 (686/1500)
"Triss" & "Crux"
Updated 04/30/23: Still on indefinite scarcity, please do not remind me of threads I am behind on right now.
Crux has a 6 inch long burn scar on his throat, most of his art does not reflect this.
