Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20181001230316

"O-o-okay..."

Regina's voice is a whispering sob as she hands the sheets over to Jorge. She leans forward, close to Tirush, close enough that she can feel the Copper Wyvern's struggling breath. Her fingers reach up and stroke the top of her head as she tries to speak calmly, her voice low and wavering.

"Tirush, d-darling, if you c-can hear me, please, please sit...sit still. Everything will be...be all r-right.  Jorge is going to help you, and it might hurt a little bit, but please, honey, please sit still...sit still..."

There is a clanging from the kitchen, across the house. Lucida has gotten the three tureens out, but in her fright, her four slender arms have little coordination, and she shakily sets them on top of the stove in a barely cohesive movement. She then realizes that she hasn't filled them with any water, and pulls the closest one off to fill it up. She loses her grip, the large vessel clattering to the ground, but bouncing off her coiled tail. She stumbles over to catch it and manages to pick it up, sliding hastily to the sink, stumbling over her own tail. Stifling a little sob, she turns the water on and begins filling the vessel, stopping to wipe her eyes with the back of a hand.