So more like the calculator than the oracle. She's not nearly so cryptic as to pass her ability to predict the future off as oracular power.
"I know, baby. I know." His overdeveloped senses going out of whack make getting sick so much harder on him. "I'm here. You'll be okay. I'm going to take care of you, and you know what that means." So much the pampering. So much love and gentleness. All the soft easy kisses and all the kindness.
She lifts her hand for a moment to let his stomach settle, but then explores a little more. "All over? Probably not your appendix... but that's weird. We'll figure it out when we get home." Which means no more poking and prodding.
Stillness and a chance to breathe might be just what they both need. She'll hold him easily, steady and solid for him. "Mm, no rain yet. Please stop tempting fate, honey, I'd rather not have to carry you home in the rain."
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"I know, baby. I know." His overdeveloped senses going out of whack make getting sick so much harder on him. "I'm here. You'll be okay. I'm going to take care of you, and you know what that means." So much the pampering. So much love and gentleness. All the soft easy kisses and all the kindness.
She lifts her hand for a moment to let his stomach settle, but then explores a little more. "All over? Probably not your appendix... but that's weird. We'll figure it out when we get home." Which means no more poking and prodding.
Stillness and a chance to breathe might be just what they both need. She'll hold him easily, steady and solid for him. "Mm, no rain yet. Please stop tempting fate, honey, I'd rather not have to carry you home in the rain."