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She's breathing. Goldie's breathing. The sight of her lying prone in that horrid sand and the angry red burns tainting the luxurious golden sheen of her fur makes him physically sick. She should be standing tall with that wonderful smile she always wears. Not like this. But at least his sister has breath in her lungs. Coldblue hovers at her side, stroking the top of her head with his paw in gentle, soothing motions--soothing both himself and his sibling. Sharp ivory teeth gnaw on the flesh of his cheek. He is unaware of how hard he chews on his lower lip until he tastes copper in his mouth. "n...bl-blue..." As much as it hurts, Blue pays it no mind the moment he realizes that Goldie is making noises, attempting to speak. The boy instantly becomes attentive: triangular ears pricking atop his narrow skull and crystalline blue eyes shining with tears as they fix upon his sister's angelic visage. "is okay...l-love...you..." His heart wrenches at the sound of her painful speech--Blue didn't know that that his heart could do that. "Shh.." he soothes, not wishing for her to strain herself. "I--uh--me too." Blue wanted to say the words back, but that is a challenge for another day. For such a talker, he is surprisingly terrible at speaking when it actually counts.
Currently, he is more concerned with getting Goldie some water. Blue can't heal her, but he can get her something to drink. The kid never goes anywhere without snacks. He carries them in a rather prissy leather bag embellished with simple designs carved into the material. "Here--" With surprisingly steady paws in spite of his obvious unease, Coldblue attempts to pour a small amount of water into her mouth. Not so much to choke her, but enough to remove the hoarse dryness. The child is vaguely aware of Caesar's presence, but, thankfully, the asshole holds his tongue for once, so Blue pays him no mind. Should he ever find out about Caesar's involvement in Goldie's earlier injury, he would not even take the time to consider the consequences of his actions before trying to tear out the older male's throat. It's probably best for everyone that Blue stays ignorant of the involvement.
Currently, he is more concerned with getting Goldie some water. Blue can't heal her, but he can get her something to drink. The kid never goes anywhere without snacks. He carries them in a rather prissy leather bag embellished with simple designs carved into the material. "Here--" With surprisingly steady paws in spite of his obvious unease, Coldblue attempts to pour a small amount of water into her mouth. Not so much to choke her, but enough to remove the hoarse dryness. The child is vaguely aware of Caesar's presence, but, thankfully, the asshole holds his tongue for once, so Blue pays him no mind. Should he ever find out about Caesar's involvement in Goldie's earlier injury, he would not even take the time to consider the consequences of his actions before trying to tear out the older male's throat. It's probably best for everyone that Blue stays ignorant of the involvement.
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