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Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Rose watched intently as Rolf dealt with everything. She had always left the animals to him, and had never seen him in a situation like this before. The look on his face, though, she had seen that before, and the memory of that put the whole thing in perspective for her. Looking down, she could see what he meant about the ears; this thing really was helpless and in need of everything she could give it. Rolf, though, he knew what to do, and the last thing Rose wanted to do was get in his way or interrupt him. But she also wanted to help and comfort him, too. So when his long finger stroked over the head of the wriggly, she brushed her thumb against his hand and met his eyes with a reassuring nod. He could do this and she would do anything it took in this.

Dipping her head down, she hummed softly to the itty-bitty, her fingertips brushing back and forth over the soft, soft fur, as her eyes darted to Rolf. Two of the small bundles… even she could see they were too still, and seeing them put back in the box like that made the tears roll slowly down her cheeks. “That won’t happen to you,” she murmured, and shifted until she was sitting cross-legged on the table, cradling her own little bundle of fur while hoping that the shivering would stop real soon.

She looked up when he called for Bast, wondering how the hell the cat was going to help here. Bast was a cat! A cat who would smother you at any chance possible, and who was good for nothing but a good cuddle at the most inopportune times. Her intrigue only got higher when the cat simply curled up around the remaining two lumps of fur… “She knows what she’s doing…” she mused and looked for the twin furs to the one in her hands and back up at Rolf. “I want it warm, but… but would it be better for it to be with the others or doesn’t that matter?”