She sighed at his head shake. He was making it terribly difficult for her to look after him. She wanted to push him into bed and feed him tea until he didn’t look so miserable, and a little colour returned to his body. “They do say healers make the worst patients.” she grumbled, more to herself than to him. She took a breath before stealing herself for the job she had to do. She puffed up a little to look more menacing. (which her height definitely helped her with).
“You will drink that tea and have something to eat if you know what’s good for you.” She warned him, curling a little paw and shaking it at him for added emphasis. She ruined it by grinning a little, but she still reached forward to grab his paw, giving it a gentle tug. There was enough size difference between them that she could never do anything to force him if he didn’t want to. Instead, she had strength of personality and she was determined to use it.
