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Relax. Sky's a doctor.
She didn't noticed the short, hesitant protest from the coyote. She'd been too busy dressing and discussing her plans for the day. So of course, she didn't get the chance to possibly stop what was coming. As she asked permission, turning to look towards her mate, the answer was... hurtful. Her brows pinched together and she turned away again, heading over to a shelf where she kept her things. "Aeron, it's up to you. I don't have to stay if you don't want me to." She chided, turn again once she'd slipped her gauges into her ears. The sight that met her changed everything, though.
"Aeron!" She scolded, slipping into that protective medical mother type for a change. She sped over and made to grab hold of her mate's bleeding wrist, the beginnings of a snarl on her face. "God, why must you do this?" She whined sharply, grabbing hold of a discarded shirt on the floor to hold it over the cut. "What would all of Anathema say if they knew their Angela was self-mutilating herself?" She scolded, blue eyes sharp and cool. She looked up to find golden honey eyes and sighed.
"...why do you do this to yourself, Aeron?" Sky's tone became softer, a worried lover instead of an upset doctor. As she half-knelt infront of the coyote, her tail curled to rest on their feet, the tip twitching slightly as it usually did. "Stop hurting yourself..."
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