08-07-2008, 12:58 AM
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His words brought a small, painful smile to her face, but it was an honest smile. She might have cried because of his words right then and there, if it weren't for the fact that she felt she needed to be strong. She had to be strong for him, he who seemed blissfully unaware that there might be something terribly wrong. Her fingers traced small letters in to his fur, words that she wasn't even thinking about, but did have a meaning. The girl lifted a her hand again, this time to wipe away an actual tear that escaped her eye, dared to stain her fur. Rachias sucked in a sharp breath, willing away the sadness and the worry, the tears that fought to escape. "You don't have to walk anywhere, okay? If you need something I can get it for you." She assured him, taking a moment to finally look around the small shack. There was a bucket of water near, nestled up against the bed that the younger male rested on, and she leaned away from her father a moment, reaching for it to pull it closer. It seemed clear, at the very least, and when she put her muzzle down near it the water didn't hold any strange or stale scent. Lacking any sort of cloth though, Rachias dipped her hand into the water, soaking it thoroughly and finally shaking away the excess. The girl placed the hand on her father's head then, just on his brow, and slid it carefully back until the point she reached the middle of his ears. "Are you thirsty?" |