Don't ask why

Oleander's assessment of okay didn't sound okay to him. Her vision and memory might be affected, she might be confused. Could that mean she might wake up scared and anxious? He had caught a few hints of her anxiety in the past. Like climbing the weird obelisks when she realised she had gone too high. He had been there for her then. But who would be here  for her if she woke up at some undetermined time from now?


Oleander cautioned the need for gentleness with moving his sister, so when the healer asked him to move her legs, he shook his head. “I want to… but Rook makes more sense.” He explained, letting his companion take his place. Through anyone being more equipped than him grated. Instead, he placed himself beside the movers, Ready to help or catch her if needed. Rook stood on his back legs and carefully wrapped his forelegs around the girls legs, and lifted with gentle ease. “Can I stay in the infirmary? Just.. for a little while?”