Frankly, My Dear...

Table change ftw!

As she instructed him to go about digging up the plant she gestured to, the King sprung into action, descending upon the area around the plant with paws flying. The dirt retreated with far less effort than he'd intended, and as he quickly unearthed the plant he began to look around it to see if there were others. Plants grew in clusters.. did they not? Eyes would search for that particular type and whenever he came across one he would dig it up just like the first. When he'd unearthed three he began to look in her direction, recalling what she'd said she was going to do. She'd told him to wait beside his wife.. that he could do. Taking the plants gingerly in his jaws, he carried them back to where his wife lay, setting them down and watching her as she slept. Such a tragedy, for her to be in a state like this. She must feel awful, but at least sleep would help her recover faster.

"Speech"