Convalescence
Laying out his cards, Ratio asked, "Are you feeling any better?" After a moment, Aventurine - arms crossed, shoulders raised, glaring daggers at his own winning hand - quietly admitted, "Yeah." His shoulders lost a bit of their tension, the furrow between his brows smoothed out, though he conspicuously didn't look up from his cards. "It's helping a lot. Thanks, Ratio." Ratio smiled, fond and indulgent.
@unboundty put this image in my head and i HAD to draw it. hissy wet cat aven beloved 🩵 if he had a tail it'd be thrashing violently 😾 he's the worst patient ever
image w/o text and some more thoughts under the cut ↓
