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Kikue looked at Miller's gesturing hand, following it to where it was pointing. If blushing was even still apparent on her furred face, she did it right then. "Oh," she got out, quickly adding, "-- okay..."

She figured this was a rather awkward time to have to go to the bathroom, but it wasn't like anybody could do anything about it. She only had no idea what to do.

The first step would be getting him there? Hopefully he could stand up once he got there?

Oh gods. She felt like sinking into a hole in the floor at the thought. To shake it, she placed her paws under his back and the rest of him, carefully lifting him from the bed. The fan lay on the bed sheets; she would get it later.

Walking carefully, she went to the bathroom with Miller's body across her arms. She was able to push open the door with her hip, having thankfully left it open... Inside, she brushed up against the light switch to turn it on.

She looked down at Miller. "So you can stand up to use it, right?" she asked faintly, nodding at the toilet. This was beyond embarrassing. She tried to focus on the fact he was probably still in immense pain. Amazing how her human mind would rather shy away from this situation than look at it oh-so-logically.

She watched his frantic hand motions and gestures, blinking as she seemed to have gotten his message wrong. She glanced at the bathtub, then back at his hands and what he appeared to be trying to say. He wants to go in the bathtub.

She thought she had it right now. She had no idea what to do about his clothes, but she placed him carefully down into the bath anyway. She'd already succeeded in ripping his shirt off ( the thought made her wince ) but he still had everything else on but shoes.

Carefully she pulled the tatters of his socks off. "Do you want to keep your other clothes on...?" she asked meekly, giving him a look. Her paw rested on the faucet knobs, and she turned these slowly, the bath water beginning to trickle out.

This was awkward. Kikue knew she'd only be more at a loss when it came to buttons; she was going to end up shredding these and just hope there was something underneath. At present, not tearing his clothes up was probably a moot point -- she'd already killed a shoe and a shirt. He'd have to call the labs after this...

She gave the buttons a shot, just to say she'd at least tried. Her huge paws were, as she'd suspected, impossible to use to navigate a button through a buttonhole. She glanced up at Miller and gave him a wince. "Sorry." With that, she quite tore them open, which was increasingly the only option these days.

Thankfully, it looked like he had boxers on...or something. Kikue turned back to the faucet, putting the water on at full, making sure it wasn't too hot but still had enough to it that it wasn't lukewarm.

With that she kneeled next to the tub, flicking her ears and watching to see if he was going to need anything else... A bird? This couldn't spell good things for her cat-brain.

Kikue sat with her back to the toilet, a paw over her shoulder as she hunched over her knees. Her tail lay wrapped around her. It was stupid to think this was all because of some freak green tea allergy, but she couldn't help but think she had initiated it all somehow. She was silent, and merely stared with glazed eyes at her overly large paws on the floor.

Kikue, unfortunately, couldn't catch much of Miller's words. She turned her face toward him and cocked her head, flicking her ears toward his voice. But all in all she had a rather mystified expression on her face, having no real idea what he was saying. The beak...makes it hard. If only I knew about birds. Could I tell which one? Maybe not from right now...I'm not sure...it might be too earlier to know...

Her back was sore against the toilet, and she shifted a little, continuing to be silent. She didn't know what to say, and she knew to ask for him to repeat what he'd say was just cruel. Instead she scratched her arm for a moment, getting out, "I'm fine," in case that was what he'd been talking about.

The water was off; it might be getting cold soon...

Kikue was at a loss again, at least until Miller pointed to the wall. The mirror? She glanced up at it; it looked quite screwed into the wall. Did he want her to try and...take it out? She was confused at this and pointed with a paw at it. "...You want to look at it?"

She remembered how long she had delayed looking in a mirror after her last change. The shock had been even worse than she'd thought it would be.

She consciously touched the side of her muzzle, sticking out from what had been a human face. Even the bones had shifted to change it and make it so.

She looked back up at the mirror.

Kikue stood up from the floor, and while she knew that this would required getting Miller out of the bathtub, she still felt the overwhelming feeling to look away and shield her eyes -- he didn't have any pants on, he was in her bathtub, what would Mother think of this? Kikue tried desperately not to go down that road, besides even the memories she knew would surface when thinking about her mother...

...and there was still Father, too --

Kikue shut her eyes very tightly and came behind Miller, using her whiskers for guidance to not slam right into the wall. She scooped her muscular arms underneath his and pulled him right up out of the bath water, setting him down very carefully on the bathroom tile. She didn't know if he could walk or not yet.

"Um," was all she got out, not knowing what to do now. He had felt very light when she picked him up for some reason, but she didn't think on it.