I don't feel too good

*Warja* · 03-28-2015, 09:41 AM

"Yes," came Kismet's reply and Warja fixed him with a hard stare that suggested she was just about fed up with him and nearly to the point of beating him over the head with her herbs. Her cheer only went so far. She needed him to be honest. If he didn't tell her exactly how he was feeling, how was she supposed to help? "Liar," she countered, brow arching as she dared him to disagree. His hint about sleeping was noted and silently scoffed at. He could sleep once she was done.

She leaned forward to place a paw on his forehead. Warja held it there from several seconds and then removed it without comment. From there she circled around behind him and gently grabbed and extended his scruff. After a few heartbeats she released it and watched it slowly fall back into place. Completing her circle, she moved to his side and placed an ear on his belly. Again she stood still for several seconds and then moved away without a word, stopping once she stood beside Kismet's head.

Warja's eyes flicked to the hunk of meat she'd brought for him the last time she'd visited. She eyed it, trying to decide if he'd eaten any of it. From there her eyes went to the shiny shallow disk she'd found during their time in the Range. She'd been using it to hold water. "Have you had anything to eat or drink since I left?" Probably not, the big stubborn lump. He'd probably just laid there and felt sorry for himself.

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