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Ren spent a few moments mopping up Jove's face with a wet washcloth that he had gotten from the sink. He felt Demi poking his back with - well, that was close to a bucket, he supposed, and Ren set it beside Jove.

"Okay, shirt off," he instructed, and then called, "Demi, can you grab me another nightshirt? I think there should be one in a drawer somewhere..."

He poked Jove's forehead affectionately, though there was clear worry in his eyes as he said, trying to sound casual, "You should know better than to get in the shower fully clothed, silly thing."

Jove wiggled out of his nightshirt more obediently than he had ever done anything during his time at the school. His bruises had turned black and ugly, almost the colour of gangrenous skin above his skull-patterned shorts, and he was quick to wrap himself back up in the blanket with a fierce shiver.

He couldn't understand showering with clothes was such a bad thing... Surely it had to be better than showering completely naked? And that's what Demi had done, how did the hound escape this terrible sickly fate wearing nothing at all? Unless it was just the nature of showers... Perhaps it was bad water that only made someone sick if they were wearing clothes.

It was a shame, it had been so much fun... But there was no way Jove could use the showers in the locker room while not wearing anything, and he didn't have one in the privacy of his room.

Another miserable "hurk" noise rose in his throat, but he managed to keep from throwing up anything. That meant he was getting better. Right?

While Damien was relieved that Ren could talk some sense into Jove, there was still a bit of him that felt sympathetic to the foxfire that was suffering because of his actions. "well, we all have to learn some thing in a roundabout way. next time you'll know better, right?" he offered, putting a positive spin on things and giving the boil the chance to try it again. "Next time, all you have to do is bring a change of clothes and a really large towel, and you'll be fine!" he continued, pausing to clear his throat.

"When you're better of course, which is what the two of us is going to try and help to do, right Ren?." the hound asked in his chipper tone, nudging the other boil's shoulder.

Course, the markings didn't look very healthy, but showing the worry was not going to help Jove out.

"Er - yes - cough - " said Ren, catching Demi's nudge and clearing his throat, giving Jove a nod and throwing on a bright smile. "Yes, we're going to help you get better, because we are your friends and we want you to feel good. Not bad, because let's face it, that sucks, and - "

He reeled himself in again. "Erm, yes, right, now can you walk to bed, or do you want me or Demi to carry you?"

One of the foxfires made a mewling gruff woof and Ren reached out automatically, patting its head.

Demi was probably right, being on the bathroom floor hadn't helped any so far... He should have felt happy because they were both so eager to make him better. They sounded so earnest. Maybe they could even do it, but in his current state he was too miserable to hope. His sickly pessimism told him he had just as much chance of turning into a falsicorn and galloping off into the sunset streaming candy-corn coloured rainbows.

With a noise that was almost as much a wheeze as a whine, he began to slowly push himself across the tile and out of the corner. If he couldn't be on the bathroom floor, maybe he could be on the floor under his bed. As long as he didn't throw up under there... Perhaps a regular corner would have to do.

There was a matter of urgency to damien's movements, as he nodeed to Renboil, the hero of fuzzy things. "In case of upchuck, got it." the hound replied back curtly and began to arduous task of herding the foxfires away from the doorway and out of Ren's way and finding a nice big towel in the bottom of the dresser.

One extra playful little foxfire his his teeth firmly locked on the bottom edge of the towel, thinking it was the chance to play tug of war and found himself airborne and sailing across the room after a hearty flick to spread the absorbent item on the surface.

He has another towel in hand, using it to be a matador and drawing the poof herd's attention away from the bathroom door. "All clear Ren!"

Ren inched across the floor with Jove in his arms, careful to hold the boil as steady as possible because really nobody wanted to deal with that. And Jove was already uncharacteristically warm, which made Ren nervous. He scooched through the sea of foxfires until he was next to the bed and then lay his little brother down gingerly.

Then he backed away quickly, hands on his hips.

"There."