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Princess Eva could not miss the distress on her boil’s face when he finally returned. She made her way to twist and twine around his legs and he stooped to pick her up, cradling her a bit too roughly than she liked. She yipped in protest before a scent caught her attention. This scent. She knew this scent. It was the Crown Princess’ scent. Her tails flipped in happiness and she nuzzled up to her boil. If he was seeing the Crown Princess than things should be going fairly well.

But there was the matter of him seeming distressed. That really did not mix well, normally the Crown Princess made him happy. Not the way the rotted boil made him happy, it was a different happy, but her boil was often less tense when he spent time with her. Her boil seemed to be on a mission though, because he set her down and went for the kittens, looking at them as he began talking to her finally. “I do not know what is wrong with her Princess Eva. She seemed…cold. Not at all well. I was thinking that maybe one of the kittens could help warm her up…”

Ah, one of the kittens then. Well, there were ever so many of them, she would be ever so happy to oblige with getting rid of one (or several) of them. She jumped down and began herding them around, separating them into groups until she selected the kitten that was most likely to do the trick. It glowed with embers like its mother, the perfect one for warmth, and hopefully befitting the Crown Princess. By the way her boil lit up he seemed to think so as well. “Oh that is perfect Princess Eva. Shall we take it to her now?” The rabo tilted her head for a moment in thought before standing and bounding her way to the door. Obviously they should go now, and they should hurry up in the process. Who knew how the Crown Princess would fair until they got back, and she needed to wish her well.

The trip back to the demon dorms was rather uneventful. She decided to walk herself, leaving her boil to carry the gift, and led the way, rather excited to visit the kingdom again. The blast of warmth from the room was shrugged off as she once again bounded ahead, somehow managing to gracefully jump up the side of the bed to land next to the fallen royal. This. This was most distressing. Her tails and ears drooped and she whined slightly as she moved toward the demoness, rubbing up against her. She shook her head so that her collar jingled, the clear noise ringing out for a brief moment though nothing actually seemed to make a difference.

Her boil set down the offering nearby and she quickly moved to herd the little creature into place. “Listen here. You are to stay with the Crown Princess and do your best to keep her warm. If she wakes up you should listen to her and do whatever she tells you to do.” The firelands vaisel kitten just looked at her with huge eyes, not really sure what to think. Hoping that the thing was not too ignorant Princess Eva turned back to the demoness. Her boil seemed busy, but mostly he was just flittering about uselessly. She felt a strange sense of pride watching him. This was what he was supposed to be like. Worried about others, trying to help others, putting himself second but not in a bad way.

She was worried, but in an odd way she was relieved. She curled up next to the Crown Princess and settled in, halfway on one of the Crown Princess’ arms to try to warm her up in any way that she could. Her boil seemed to have taken to talking, murmuring on and on about mundane things as he seemed to be trying to work through a second wave of panic. She laid her head down, half listening, half dozing, until her boil came back and crouched down on the ground, putting his arms on the bed next to her. “I believe it is time for us to leave for now Princess Eva. We can come visit Miss Danny again soon though, okay?” He really seemed to be trying to convince himself more than her, but she nuzzled him before standing and stretching. She took one last look at the Crown Princess, whined softly and pawed at her arm a final time, and then walked to the edge of the bed and waited to be picked up. She had walked here, she was ready to be carried home.

She knew not what was wrong with the Crown Princess, but it seemed to be quite bad. The rabo cuddled against her boil. Everything would be okay, it had to be. She was the Crown Princess, she had to get better. And that was all there was to it.