Micah J. Kaden (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bearsoul) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} st_margarets,@ 2016-03-20 00:32:00 |
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WHO: Cress & Micah
WHEN: After Lord Byron's vet visit
WHERE: Cressida's Bungalow
Micah was concerned, not just for Lord Byron, but for Cress. She was the type of witch who benefitted from having a familiar and, as a staff member, unlike as a student, she was allowed to keep a familiar on campus and use it in her magic. Kaden, having been trained in the mystic ways, had never experimented with that familiar bond and could only guess at how she was feeling. Even without a bond, knowing your beloved pet was sick, that something was wrong, was enough to drive even the most cold hearted person to tears. And Cressida, Micah knew from personal experience, was far from cold hearted.
"Cress?" He called out as he stepped into the bungalow, knocking gently on the door even though he was already moving inside. He didn't want to bother her to get up to come to the door in case she had her hands busy with Lord Byron.
They had gone together to the vet, Cress needing some help with the mastif when he was too weak to walk on his own. Upon returning to the Academy, Kaden had brought Lord Byron to Cressida's bungalow and laid him down for her so he could recover and be comfortable as he did so. Then he had left the residence to go get some things for the owner. Cressida, Kaden knew, had not eaten all day and possibly not since the seizure happened. He was worried about her and intended on seeing to it that she get something to eat, at the last. He'd really like to see her sleep, though, and was prepared to stand vigil over both of them to make it possible.
Carrying the hot soup container with fresh bread into the kitchen, Kaden set it down and started to serve it into a bowl for her. While he did, he set her tea kettle to heat up some water. It was not long before he was coming into her bedroom where Lord Byron had been left to rest. The werebear's arms were laden with a tray for Cressida, the tea her favorite jasmine brew, but he left the milk on the side in a small pouring cup, thinking she might get some satisfaction in adding it herself.
"Hey," he spoke softly, setting the tray down on the nightstand and moving around the bed to crouch beside her and Lord Byron. "How's he doing?" Kaden's warm hand went to Cressida's shoulder and he gently pulled her into his arms, planting a kiss on her hair.