A Cold Feeling
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She watched J'adore and Saphrina with worried eyes. She was mostly worried about her sister. She frowned/pouted. I want her to get better. She's my sister. I can't imagine life without her. She was talking to J'adore but looking at her sister with big, sincere eyes. She responded to her sister's smile with one her own, but laced with worry.

She laid down next her sister, but not close enough to touch her. She was starting to fall asleep when she was pushed off the bed with the blankets. She looked up confused as to how she had ended up on the floor when she saw her sister thrashing. Any annoyance she could have possibly felt was push aside for worry. She gave her sister a gentle nuzzle. She had cooled down. You OK, sissy? Is there anything I can do to help?


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