Re: [wren & jeremiah]
"I love her." Wren stated, leaning in to give the long suffering dog a hug with his soup carefully held to the side so as not to spill on anyone.
Heart seemed content to stay where she was and let Wren sit huddled against her, which he did, returning to his soup with the same blowing-and-trying method he'd had with his tea. The soup wasn't hot enough to scald him, but it was hot and he felt the heat inside him chill uncomfortably around the edges when faced with the healthier heat of the delicious food.
"I'll come more, I'm sorry! I'll come over more for you Jeremiah!" Wren rushed to reassure and promise, his earnest statements bringing on yet another coughing fit.
He nodded that he was shivering. "I don't know why I'm shivery, I feel warm." he said, troubled because it tickled at something in his mind, some past but long forgotten experiences of being ill with infections after the surgery they'd carried out on him. "What's a fever? I don't have anything with me, I'm sorry." he apologised for falling short, then rubbed a little at his chest again. "Yes, it hurts me." He said, as though that was an afterthought.