table © Alaine
ooc: I blame school! -snuggles Alaineylaine-
WC: 500+
For a moment, it seemed as if the world had stopped.
Sylvie leaned a soft cheek into Alaine's lifted hand, watching closely as the peach and cream dame seemed to retrieve pieces of her regular self. She didn't realize what sort of an effect her presence itself would have on the older collie, but now she seemed to grasp it as she looked deep into those once vibrant emerald gems. That mothering instinct, hidden beneath the fogs and vague scenery seemed to peek out of those darkened eyes, providing them with at least a little bit of light. It was a wonder the healer hadn't truly grasped what she was doing to herself, hiding away from whatever depressing facts might have sent her into a heavy depression.
The lilac young lady lifted her head a moment, catching the faint whisperings of her mother's response to those earlier questions. She blinked in surprise, almost recoiling before a more obvious reaction settled onto her face. Sylvie momentarily hung her head, a small gesture of the wrinkle-causing disdain at the knowledge of her foster-mother's last meal being beyond her memory. That could mean she had it yesterday, or it could mean she ate last week and not since. She knew that sometimes even those with the greatest memories couldn't remember what they ate that morning, let alone what they had the day before, or even if they had eaten something all together. "Goodness me..." She said then, embracing her frail guardian again before she finally pulled away. "I'll go see what's laying around the hotel then... you really need to eat something..." Since you look like a deteriorating twig... She thought that last part, sighing a bit.
If there was one thing Alaine imparted on her young charge, it was certainly to do whatever it took to keep your loved ones well. And for the young mocha and cream beauty, that literally meant anything. Fluffy tail swished about behind slender form as she debated on making Alaine come out with her. One step at a time now, one step at a time...
Deciding against it, Sylvie pulled on her serious-face and waggled a finger at Alaine. "Now mother, I want you to stay here. But let some of that sun on you, hm? You'll feel better." She chuckled, a somewhat sheepish smile dancing over creamy maw as she realized how much she sounded like Alaine... except with a bit of a lilt. Nodding her head decisively, Sylvie turned to head out of the room, soft chocolate nose already keen for scents of meat and foods. She knew not the last time someone had stocked the kitchen, but if she had to go catch something, she very obviously would.
It would take some work, but the violet-eyed yearling was determined to bring her foster-mother back from the edges of death's door. To help restore that once lovely beauty back to her old, attractive self, built so much similarly to her adopted child, however, would take days, or even weeks of working with the older collie. Her travelling wills would have to be postponed... but what did it matter? Alaine wasn't going to be rotting away in the corner of the Chien Hotel, becoming a transparent wailing banshee of terrible sorrow, as long as Sylvie had anything to say about it.
Speak. Think. Walk.
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