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On your head, on your shoulder, in a pocket.

[ She feels better like this, more comfortable in her own skin ]

Not your arms.

You're not stable enough to have a reliable grip, this would have been so much easier with you bigger-

[Nope, he's done, picking her up to put her in his pocket, but also still supporting her with his hands and he is going to go-]

[ Paps at him with a tiny paw, grumbling low. ]

Stop.

[ She keeps herself up by the rim of his pocket with her head peeping out, not using his support. ]

[Really, it's hands under the pocket and keeping her close as he moves and he's not even talking anymore as he just rushes to the medical cart.]

[No more talking, just focused on a goal.]

[Which is healing the newbie who got hurt ALONE and he couldn't HELP-]

[ If he's actually trapping her in there she'll shrink further still and wiggle out with a hiss, so, maybe don't do that! If not though, she'll keep her perch on the edge. ]

[It's more like a platform of hands because he doesn't want to put a bunch of pressure on her. Trying to keep her close enough to not jostle her in loose fabric because you know]

[Injured.]

[And he has practice at the right pressure, thanks Sunset.]

[ don't make her bite you, dusk!! ]

[ as long as she can keep her head over the edge and climb up and over easily if she so chooses, she'll tolerate it for now. for now. ]

[He tried to compromise and then you wouldn't go with it!!! He can only do so much when he's internally hating himself and outwardly worried out of his mind.]

[Into the medical car and to the poooods.]

[ They tried. ]

[ THEY BOTH TRIED. ]

[ Wiggles out of his pocket and flutters down to the floor, somewhere along the way Growing until she's once again the size of a Very Large Dog. Goes to sniff at the pods, unsure ]

[ unsuuuuure ]

It works. It helped after we all had to have major surgery once. Do you have the sparks or should I pay?

[ She's! So! Unsure! ]

Small ... [ A small, enclosed space, that she'll be closed up inside. Her ears go back, her brows furrowed. ]

....you could go small again?

And I'm going to be here.

[ She doesn't know how to explain how much neither of those help her feel better about this. She just. She does not want to go in there. Does not want a door closed on her. Nope! No thank you! ]

[ Edges further inside, her butt and tail still sticking out as she sniffs it from top to bottom. ]

I don't like it.

....

[He breathes deep. Lets it out.]

Its the quickest way to deal with the wounds. You'll be asleep for it too.

[ Her ears flatten further, her tail giving a bit of a lash. ]

[ Rather than dignify that with any kind of an answer, she backs out and sits in front of the pod, thinking her way through it for herself. ]

....I could put you to sleep. So you won't be aware of it at all.

[Why do you make this so hard Meri. HE IS TRYING SO HARD HERE.]

Or use all the spell slots I have though I think I'll pass out right after and I don't know how much that'd fix.

[ Her tail lashes again, harder this time, and she growls quietly. ]

No. You're not helping! [ Lash, lash. ] Let me think and decide!

....

[maybe he can just disassociate because he can't deal]

[ Neither of us are happy about any of this. ]

[ And she is even more unhappy that she doesn't know why she doesn't want to go in. She's bristled and agitated and she knows it should be fine, it should be easy, it's no big deal? The pod will heal her. She needs healing. Simple, right? ]

[ Right. ]

[ Right. ]

[ It takes some time, but she eventually manages to make herself move, climbing inside the pod and hating every second of it until sleep steels over her. ]

[Nnnnnnope]

[And he's just going to sit here and just....let her go, though there's a touch more relaxation when she actually goes in.]

[....does he actually need to pay for feeling, NEED IT FOR THE CHARTS[

[ nah, she's got this! ]

[He seriously debates just leaving. Maybe go shoot things.]

[But he said he'd stay]

[So he's staying, just gonna let himself zone out]

[....berating himself for a lot because you know]

[Coping]

[ The moment she's done and the door pops open, she bolts out into the room with an unhappy yip, half spreading her wings out and giving herself a big ol' shake. Dislike, dislikedislike - ]

[It actually gets him to start pretty dramatically when she zips by.]

[Ends up stumbling out of his chair, blinking in a daze, looking around and]

....

Are you feeling better?

[Very. Flat.]

Edited 2019-12-15 07:35 (UTC)

[ shake shake shake ]

[ SHAKE SHAKE ]

[ SHAKE ]

[ She's practically radiating discomfort, her feathers all bristled up and her ears pinned. Her wings spread out the rest of the way and give a single hard flap. Which, somehow … that helps? A little. Not enough. ]

[ Swings her head around to stare at Dusk. And, you know what? She's just going to say it. Not to whine, not to complain, just to make sure that it's absolutely, emphatically clear. ]

I. Hated. That.