Frankly, My Dear...

He felt utterly helpless, helpless.. and very much alone. It was silly to feel this way, particularly since he lay beside his wife, and had just left the company of another. He was very obviously not alone, and yet he felt as if he was. His wife was horrendously sick, possibly dying, and Loccian was off hunting herbs in order to hopefully spare his Queen's life. Gerhardt might be in the presence of others, but mentally.. he was very much alone. It seemed like it took her hours to return, but when she did Gerhardt was thankful for it. Loccian seemed to have gotten enough supplies, and her mere presence gave off an air of calmness and collection.

The King nodded as she told him to try to wake the Queen. Gingerly he would reach to her cheek, caressing it gently with his muzzle and tongue. His hot breath would tickle at her ear as he whispered to her. "Wake up my love, my queen." Besides the children, she was all he had in this world. He looked to Loccian as she was preparing her supplies, and then set back to work trying to wake his sleeping beauty.

"Speech"