She frowns a little as Cobweb settles in. He's worse off than she would have guessed. She supposes it's no great surprise that he tried to keep his illness hid, and getting exasperated about it wouldn't be fair. Just because he could've called her sooner doesn't mean he would've thought to do it. And, bad as it might be, it's still not so dire he can't come back from it. He's still young (at least in rat terms), and Thomas caught his symptoms not long after they would've started to show.
You can always call me if you're feeling poorly, Daine says, more of a gentle reminder than a chastisement. Or if any of your friends are. A rat probably wouldn't be any more keen to tattle on one of their fellows than they would be to call her in the first place, but at least the idea's out there, now. He can do what he wants with it. I should be able to sort you out. Just be patient.
Daine shuts her eyes and takes a breath, tuning out the sounds of Thomas and Kitten puttering around in the kitchen. It only takes a moment for her to sink all of her focus into Cobweb. It's a tricky business, mostly because he's so small. She has to be very careful to not use too much magic, calling up only the most delicate tendrils to burn the congestion out of his lungs and clear his airways. It would be an easy enough job if it was a dog or a cat, but with Cobweb, she takes the extra time to make sure she does things properly, and causes him as little discomfort as she can.
Once she's satisfied that all is well and opened her eyes, she sees that Cobweb is sitting up on his haunches and fastidiously grooming himself, as if to rid himself of the last telltale signs of his illness. Better? she asks him, probably without need.
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You can always call me if you're feeling poorly, Daine says, more of a gentle reminder than a chastisement. Or if any of your friends are. A rat probably wouldn't be any more keen to tattle on one of their fellows than they would be to call her in the first place, but at least the idea's out there, now. He can do what he wants with it. I should be able to sort you out. Just be patient.
Daine shuts her eyes and takes a breath, tuning out the sounds of Thomas and Kitten puttering around in the kitchen. It only takes a moment for her to sink all of her focus into Cobweb. It's a tricky business, mostly because he's so small. She has to be very careful to not use too much magic, calling up only the most delicate tendrils to burn the congestion out of his lungs and clear his airways. It would be an easy enough job if it was a dog or a cat, but with Cobweb, she takes the extra time to make sure she does things properly, and causes him as little discomfort as she can.
Once she's satisfied that all is well and opened her eyes, she sees that Cobweb is sitting up on his haunches and fastidiously grooming himself, as if to rid himself of the last telltale signs of his illness. Better? she asks him, probably without need.