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A tiny smile appeared at Papa's word. Thanks. It hadn't been much. She was bringing bowls of water in, and trying to wash him down with rags. It had make sense to her that the next step was to bring in enough water for him to wash in, in a bigger bowl. Standing by she looked at the water, now completely filthy, and realized she hadn't thought about how she was going to get rid of it. It hadn't been lapped up like the water in the bowl, it was still there. The dirty water sent a sharp image to her mind, almost shaking for a moment before she straightened. It was okay.
With his fur washed down Dalgina could see exactly how thin Papa was. He needed food. Dalgina wanted to bring him lots and lots, and have him turn back to normal instantly. A push at the door brought her attention over. Ovi stuck his head in, the gentle tiger looking in with concern. Gina? You alright? He always thought of her. Biting back another wave of sorrow she stepped over. Yes, but Papa's sick. She didn't know how to make Papa better. Ovi rubbed against her gently, his large form entering as he stared at the malnourished male.
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